“How were the lines at the facilities earlier?” I asked, my flashlight under my arm as I searched for my towel and a bar of soap.
“Pretty damn long,” he said. “Some of the shower stands are out of order, too. The water seems to be running real slow. You might as well go dip in the lake.”
“Well, that’s a pisser.” It was nighttime, and I didn’t feel like going there by myself, even withmy flashlight.
Sully probably picked up on my trepidation, because he said, “Don’t worry. We’ll leave our blankets here, get someone to keep an eye out, and I’ll go with you.”
“But what if…”
“No ‘buts.’“ Sully turned to his left. “Hey, Shelly,” he said to the girl he’d danced with most of the evening. “Can you watch our blankets, please? I’ll get you breakfast in the morning,” he offered with a sweet smile. That voice of his made me want things.