CHAPTER THIRTY
George opened the door to their hotel room and Sara walked in before him. She dropped her bags on the floor and gasped. George was smiling behind her, for her.
“You did say you wanted another hotel stay soon. Ask and you shall receive, apparently.” Sara rushed forward to the blinds, struggling to open them. “Honey, here.”
George passed her a remote that seemed to control everything in the room. The curtains began to pull back in front of them and they both looked out over the high-rises of the city.
“Wow. Wow, wow, wow.” She was now grinning at George like a Cheshire cat. “Are we really here? Are we really here, George?”
He stood behind her and put his arms around her. Kissing her softly on the head, he said: “We sure are.”
Sara pulled away and looked around the room,
