Chapter 111

I cleared my throat and nodded toward the swinging door that separated the dining room from the kitchen. It opened before I could push against it with my shoulder, an unconscious action from my childhood, and Acacia came in, carrying a tray with water glasses. Wills’s eyebrow rose.

“I’d better give you a few pointers about drinking Greek coffee, Wills.”

30

I’d told Wills to use one of the credit cards I’d given him to charge our trip to Key West, and he booked our stay for the second week in August at Davis House, a clothing-optional hotel on gay “Guesthouse Row.”

“I got us a great deal, babe. Because it’s off-season,” he told me as we were getting ready for bed.

“And what does that include?” I knew what the rates at Davis House were, even off-season, but he was worth it.