“Hello, Savannah. How can I help you?”
Savannah baulked. “Um. How did you—”
“Sheldon gave me your room number. And said that I should be the one to assist you no matter what.” Savannah wasn’t sure, but she swore the man’s caramel honey voice contained a smile. A wry one, like the kind that sometimes upturned Sheldon’s mouth when a recipe came out right. “Hello? Are you still there, Savannah?”
“Yes, sorry. Just really hungry. I’m…not too sure what I want.”
“I can give you the house special.”
“What is that?”
“A three-course meal. Starts with a salad, and then—”
“Oh, that’s too much. I don’t need anything fancy.”
“Fancy food for a fancy lady,” Curtis said, almost aimlessly. “But sure, what are you feeling instead?”
Savannah shifted on the bed. She was desperate for an image of what C
