I sighed. “I love you.”
“Yes, Miss Jessica.” She took the knot of the tie in her teeth and began to pull.
* * * *
“Oh, Jessica. I’m glad I found you.” Miss Baxter stopped me in the hallway with a toothbrush in my hand and a dreadful case of bedhead. “I was hoping I could impose upon you to drive Margo to the airport. She came all this way to visit and a taxi seems so impersonal. I would undertake the task myself, but I have a conflicting appointment.”
“Um, sure,” I said. “What time?”
“Not until two. Plenty of time for you to get yourself presentable.” Miss Baxter paused to look me over from head to toe. “You slept late this morning.”
“Yeah. Um. Two o’clock is fine.”
“Thank you, Jessica.”
I took two steps between the time Miss Baxter made her exit and Moona came bounding out of my room, still naked and clutching her phone.
“Can I at least get a shower in? I have to take Margo to the airport.”
Moona cocked her head to the side, looking at me.