Daylight peeked through the curtains to Rance’s room, and it was just his luck a beam hit him right in the eyes. Groaning, he rolled over, his body screaming its protest as he stretched his arms and legs, hoping to bring life back to them. As the fog cleared his head, he recalled how miserable his day yesterday turned out. Flopping back onto his back, he forced his eyes open and stared up at the dull white popcorn ceiling. He had definitely made no brownie points with Lainie, and somehow, he knew he needed to fix that. The question, though, was how?
He tossed the covers off his legs and swung over to sit on the edge of the bed. He stared around his room for a moment, thinking he should have stayed at a hotel in St. Cloud. Not that the Colonial Motel was grungy or anything, or in a danger
