Chapter 30I’d told Wills to use one of the credit cards I’d given him to charge our trip to Key West, and he booked our stay for the second week in August at Davis House, a clothing-optional hotel on gay “Guesthouse Row.”
“I got us a great deal, babe. Because it’s off-season,” he told me as we were getting ready for bed.
“And what does that include?” I knew what the rates at Davis House were, even off-season, but he was worth it.
“A deluxe room with a king bed, seating area with a plasma TV, and a fully stocked wet bar.” The bed dipped as he knelt up behind me. I relaxed against him, enjoying the feel of his torso against my back. “Small problem, though.” He nuzzled my ear. “Our flight leaves at seven forty-five.”
“In the morning?” I straightened abruptly. “Wills—”
“I know it’s kind o
