Callie was looking at the room service menu to keep her mind occupied while Mark was in his room changing his clothing and calling Cole. She and Mark needed to eat, but she hated to bother the kitchen with an order because of how busy they were. Callie sighed as she tossed the menu on the bed and fell back, her red hair fanning out around her when she did. Thanks to everything that had happened that day, Callie had no appetite. She had forced herself to take a few bites here and there, so she had the energy to keep going until the next shift arrived.
“Knock, knock. Are you decent?” Mark said as he opened her door a c***k and waited for her to reply.
“I am,” Callie giggled without getting up.
“Good,” Mark grinned as he stepped into Callie’s room, closing the door behind him. He walked to
