An awkward kiss — thank God for the mouthwash Colin had thoughtfully left out on the bathroom counter — and then he was driving off in his ten-year-old Honda, leaving Jenny to hurry into the hotel before anyone could see her wandering around in the same dress she’d been wearing the night before. Thank the Goddess that her parents had been assigned a room in a different wing of the place.
A quick check of the clock radio told her that she had about forty-five minutes to go before she was scheduled to meet her parents in the restaurant downstairs. She peeled off the sheath dress and flung it on the bed, then grabbed a clip from where she’d left her cosmetics bag on the counter in the bathroom and pulled her hair up and out of the way.
The hot water felt good. It washed off some of the nig
