Fire and Ice“Hey, can I leave a message behind the desk please?” I tapped the sealed envelope against the spotless, shiny surface of the reception counter and gave the perfectly made up woman behind the desk a tight smile.
“Is it for a guest at the hotel, Madam?”
Yes. No. Kind of.
“I’m a guest at the hotel,” I offered.
“Room number?”
“Seven oh three.”
She tapped her way across the keyboard for a moment then looked back to me. “Ms. Mac?”
“That’s me.”
“We can certainly hold onto a message for you. Is it to be picked up today?”
“It is. This afternoon.”
She held out her hand for the envelope and I passed it over, eyes raking over the name neatly stencilled across the front. Her perfectly manicured fingers slid over the surface and I knew what she was feeling – the key card tucked nea
