Chapter Fourty Four

She pulled her suitcase off the bed and left it outside the room for the porter to pick up and add to the tour’s luggage on the bus.

Contemplating marriage with Dash was an exercise in futility. He was probably already regretting the kisses they’d shared and the implications he had made. He couldn't mean all that shit he said. 

She walked into the hotel dining room and seeing David at a table by the window, she went toward him. They’d been sharing breakfast since the second day of the tour, sometimes alone and other times joined by their fellow tour members. This morning, he was sitting alone at a table for four.

She slid into the seat opposite him. “Good morning.” She said. 

He looked up from the paper he’d been reading. He had it special delivered because he said he couldn’t stand too many days without news from back home.

His usually mobile face remained impassive. “Is it?” he asked.&nb