“No, well, yes you do need an upgrade, but I meant you may as well not unpack. You’re leaving back to Milan, right?” Savannah didn’t look at her as she rifled absently through a drawer for clean underwear. She dangled cotton panties off her finger, “you’re back with your model husband, you shouldn’t wear anything like these ever again.”
“He’s a brilliant businessman and there is more to him than a body and good looks,” Mackenna tried to keep a straight face and then they both laughed aloud. “It’s true!”
“It is but he’s still damn fine looking,” Savannah laughed and pulled out some lacy thong panties. “Here, these will do.”
“I have a concussion and a wrecked arm. I’m fairly sure I’m not seducing anyone today. Give me the other ones,” she held her free arm out for the underwear and got in
