“You might want to get up,” he said.
“Do I have to?” she asked.
It was hot, and the air conditioner was on the fritz, and the repairman wouldn’t be out for another day. She lay there on the bed with a fan blowing on her, dressed in a sweaty tee shirt and shorts. A tall glass of lemonade was on the night stand next to her, and a wet washcloth covered her face.
“Yes, you have to. Get up, and change,” he said, sitting down on the bed next to her. He pulled off the washcloth. “You can stay here in this hot house all night by yourself, but as for me, I’m going to be spending it at the Holiday Inn.”
She sat up. “You rented us a room?”
He picked up her lemonade, took a sip and frowned at its taste. “I did. But if you want to stay here and be hot, I could just go there myself.”
She snatched her glass out of his hand. “Not hardly.” Finishing her drink, she looked at him hard. “But I thought you said we had to economize.”
“That was before you almost passed out from the heat.” He got up, walked over to the closet. “Pick out something nice. I was thinking you might like to go to that sushi place near the hotel.”
She ran the washcloth over the back of her neck. “You called your mother, didn’t you?”
He stopped looking through her things, and gave her a wry smile. She knew how much he hated asking his mother for favors. “Yeah, I did. She insisted I get you out of the house immediately. But it’s ok..you’re worth it.”
Getting up, she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around him. “You’re pretty special,” she said.
“Well, so are you,” he said, kissing her gently on the forehead. “Now get ready! The sooner we leave, the sooner we get out of the heat.”
Nodding, she headed into the bathroom to get freshened up.