“I think we need to talk!” Jane said as he took Andrew’s hand and led him towards the elevators.
Andrew knew that Jane would go to any lengths to protect Ivy. He knew he was not good enough for her. He was a nobody. If a man who owned a hotel on a resort had turned out to only want Ivy’s money, what more of him, a mere journalist?
Jane led him to her hotel room. He was glad because he wasn’t ready to see Ivy. He knew she was angry with him. He didn’t blame her.
“Sit!” Jane said as she pointed to the couch. This room was a replica of Ivy and his room but had two bedrooms.
“Where is Kim?” he asked as he sat down.
“With Ivy!”
Jane went to the small counter above a bar fridge and poured some ice tea into two glasses.
“I would prefer something stronger than an ice tea!” Andrew said.
“You would, wouldn’t you? The conversation we are about to have needs you at your best. I need you sober to remember every dramatic pose, exclamation, and stutter!”