Then I got up and walked back to face my husband.
“I need to know.”
***
I slipped back into the suite, easing the door shut with both hands as if it were made of glass. Ian was already sitting up, his hair a disaster, blinking at me with that lopsided smile that had made me say yes to the second date.
“There you are,” my husband said, stretching. “I woke up, and the bed was cold. Where’d you go?”
“Ice machine,” I lied, which was maybe the first lie I’d ever told him.
Ian was already sitting up.
He raised an eyebrow. “You went to the ice machine in a robe with no ice bucket?”
“I forgot the bucket.”
“Uh-huh.”
I laughed, and it came out too high. My hand was in my pocket, closed tightly around the key and the note.
