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So, it’s my job to support her now Like it or not

I scrunch up et to beating feet

The glass doors at the front entrance slide open to the sides, and a seuard seated behind it beckons straight ahead

I wait behind two other people, trying not to listen to the for, and then finally, step up to the desk with a smile

“Hi,” I say, e eyebrows shift toward each other “I’e I’m not sure of her room number”

“I’ to need your ID,” he replies, all business, like his face is carved from stone

I shrug, shove a hand into s Cash, credit card,pass, and eventually, at the bottom, my Colorado driver’s license

“Here you go,” I say, holding it out to him

He studies it closely before clicking a few tie across the counter “Rooht back and on the left Press the call button at the double doors, and the nurses station will buzz you in”

Outwardly, I nod But on the inside, I want to gag

So dang stuffy

“Thanks!” I say with a little skip as I grab both e, just to annoy him “Have a splendid day!”

He prettyto the next person in line and waving them forward I have to sinkin his face

The elevators aren’t far, and as I approach, I can see that the door is just starting to close Not wanting to wait for the stupid thing to make it somewhere and back, I yell, “Hold the elevator!” and pick up

A hand shoots out, long, ainst the side of the door I can see My heart rate picks up a little bit at the kind of fine-ass speci for me in there, and I plaster a smile on my face to ready myself to flirt If necessary, of course

The view isn’t disappointing as I round the hallway and into the cart The ht white seous skin is the color of creamed coffee