Standing, Dave scoops up my clothes and tosses them onto the bed. They land near my leg and I resist the urge to kick them to the floor. I don’t want to get dressed so quickly—I’m not ready for our time together to end. Hell, my headache is just starting to recede. Surely we can get to know each other all over again?
But Dave tells me, “Come on, I’ll take you to your car. Someof us have to get to work.”
“Today?” I ask, incredulous. “It’s Christmas Eve. Who’s open today?”
Dave crosses the room and slaps my leg through the bed sheet. “The mall, remember? We close early, and we’re closed tomorrow, but that’s it. This is the busiest time of the year for us.”