Chapter 37

He told me, sounding so adult-like, twice his age, “If you’ll excuse me now, Robert, I should bathe and turn in.”

“Certainly.” I stood and he stood. We shook hands. Tacoma’s palm and fingers were firm and sweaty within my own hand. “I won’t be far behind you.”

I believed for a second or two that he would lean into me, hug me with his free arm by draping it around my back, perhaps thanking me for his stay at the house in West End. That didn’t occur. Too bad.

“I hope to see you at breakfast.”

He nodded. So adorably handsome. So sweet and charming. So sultry. So hot. So young and inexperienced regarding life. My find for a summer by the pool. All mine, at least for now. “I’ll be there.”

“Good night then,” I whispered.

“Goodnight. Robert.”