Answer the call, or not?
I decided to answer – but I had to remind myself that I hadn’t seen the room yet, that I had just stepped out for breakfast, that the last time I had seen him I was inviting him inside my room for sex.
What’s the scene?
The heroine is being called by her lover after narrowly escaping death, followed by a night of intense passion. She’s overjoyed to hear from him so soon.
And… ACTION.
I pushed the ‘Answer’ icon on the phone.
“Hey there,” I said cheerily, with an extra side of sexy.
“Fiona… oh my God, you’re alright…”
I was so confused by the relief in his voice that I didn’t have to try too hard to act.
“Jack? What’s wrong?”
“Where are you?”
“At Charlie’s, getting some breakfast – what’s wrong?”
“I dropped by your room. Somebody broke in and ransacked the place, like they were looking for something.”
“What?” I asked, stunned.
That was an authentic reaction. I knew that Eddie was going to toss my room – but I hadn’t bargained on Jack being the one to find it.
Also, everything about the entire night still felt so unreal that I reacted exactly like I was hearing the news without any prior knowledge.
“Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah… I’m fine… somebody broke into my room?!”
“Yeah. What are you doing at Charlie’s?”
“I was getting some breakfast… I was too wound up to go to sleep… who the hell would break into my room?”
“We’ll talk about that later.”
THAT didn’t exactly make me feel better.
Instead, I wondered how much he knew.
“Did you drive to Charlie’s?”
“Yeah.”
“Get back over to the motel now. I need you to pack up your stuff… you’re gonna be spending the night at my place.”
“Okay…”
“Do you need me to come get you?”
“No… no, I can drive…”
“Alright. See you soon.”