My legs gave out and I sat on the bed.
“Hey,” I replied.
“I’m at reception. What room are you in?”
I did not want Hank in my room. I wanted Hank nowhere near my room. In fact, Hank was already nearer to my room than I ever wanted him to be.
“I’l come down.”
He ignored me.
“What room are you in?” he repeated.
“I’l be right down,” I said.
His voice dropped low. “Sunshine, I’m gonna ask one more time. What room are you in?”
His voice shivered through me.
“Three thirty-three,” I replied.
Disconnect.
I put the cel back to my ear, “Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I said to Jet.
She was laughing. “Word of advice?” she offered.
“Anything.”
“Don’t fight it.”
Shit.
“Jet… there are things…” I stopped. Then I started again, “I can’t –”
She interrupted me. “I can’t either but I real y don’t need to because Eddie can. It, like, totally freaks me out,” she confided.
“Eddie adores you. I could tel that the minute I saw you two, and Uncle Tex said so,” I said to her.
“Yeah. I’m beginning to believe it. It stil , like, total y freaks me out.”
There was a knock on the door. My eyes swung to the door and I stared at it.
“Ohmigod, ohmigod,” I chanted.
Jet laughed again. “Get the door.”
I nodded, got off the bed and walked to the door. Then, to focus on something, anything that was not what was behind the door, I said, “Uncle Tex is taking your Mom out tonight.”
“I know,” she replied. “That works out, we could be related.”
I knew in an instant I’d like that.
I opened the door and looked at Hank.
He smiled at me.
My knees went weak and I wasn’t thinking about anything but Hank.