And?
And nothing.
Pen.
I may have watched it more than once.
How many times?
That is privileged information.
More than five?
Goodnight, Decker.
More than ten?
I said goodnight.
I’ll be home in two days.
I know.
Wear the blue thing.
What blue thing?
You know what blue thing.
Chapter
Fifty
September
Decker: Tell me why hotel beds are the worst when you’re not in them.
Penelope: Because I’m not there making a mess of it?
Exactly.
Bold of you to assume I’d let you sleep.
Baby, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I got on the plane.
That so?
Mm-hmm. You in one of my shirts.
I have one on now.
Are you teasing me, Miss Ripley?
Maybe a little. Sounds like you miss me.
That’s putting it mildly.
Good. Suffer a little.
