“Oh yeah?”
“Mmm. Dancers. Men, women. My mother hated it. She tried to ban me from putting anything on the walls. I never listened. One day, she came in and tore everything down. I went to the gas station down the road and bought every dirty magazine I could find. p***y and d***s were flying off the walls the next day.” Bryn chuckled. He spied his suitcase and scowled. He hobble-stalked past Ellis and leaned out the doorway. “Where are my boyfriend’s bags?”
The shy maid appeared, materializing from behind a white doorway farther down the hall. She didn’t speak. She pointed to another room.
“Get them in here.”
“Bryn, it’s okay. I can move—”
“No. You can’t. Did you even hear the way they treated you downstairs? You’re not lifting a f*****g finger.”
Ellis sighed. It was like being dropp
