Chapter 24

• DARCY
• The thin skin on the inside of my wrist tingled where Tommy’s lips had touched as I watched him cross the sidewalk to the hotel lobby doors. On the list of things I’d thought Tommy Martinez might
• say, “Let me take care of you,” wasn’t among them. The suggestion seemed innocent enough at first. Sweet, if not slightly insulting. I was the one who took care of people. I planned the things, and made sure everyone was fed, bedded, and taken care of — I’d done that for him. But now, this young man that I’d fed at my table wanted to make sure I was happy, to make me smile through the difficult parts of this milestone weekend.