Chapter 28

“Morning,” I said, causing him to jump.

“Morning, Simon.”

I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, so asked, “Ready to go up?” I gestured to the lifts. Because of Roy’s arthritic knees I hadn’t suggested taking the stairs.

We got in the lift and I pushed the button for the third floor. My stomach always grew a bit queasy when I used a lift. I wasn’t claustrophobic or anything, but the thought of being trapped in a metal box for a few hours sent a shiver down my spine. Mind you, if the rescuer was a hunky fireman, well, that might put a different spin on things.

I must have been smiling because Roy asked, “What’s funny?”

I was going to make something up, but at the last second decided to confess my rescue fantasy.

He chuckled.

The lift doors opened on my floor and Roy and I stepped off without need of rescue.

Inside the room, Mark offered his dad our only chair.

We chose our food from the room service menu and I called down to the reception desk.