After our night out, Danni and I slept-in. I eventually crawled out of bed at nine-thirty, nursing a slight hangover. We’d caught a cab back to the hotel around three in the morning, leaving the SUV in the club’s parking lot. The security guard had assured me that it would be safe there and I intended to pick it up later.
Danni stirred and asked sleepily, “What’s the time?”
“Nine-thirty, time to get up, sleepy-head.”
“Just one more hour,” she pleaded.
“Okay, I’ll get one of the guys to drive me into town to fetch the car, but remember, you owe me big-time. You’re the one that didn’t want to leave last night.”
“We were both having such a good time, I didn’t want it to end,” she protested.
“I know; we don’t get to go out like that very often. We’re doing another rescue mission tonight
