“Sure thing. There’s a little coffee shop right over here.”
“You take good care of me.”
“It’s what I live for, babe.” He winked at me, and I bumped my shoulder against his.
* * * *
The shuttle picked us up as scheduled, and four hours later, we arrived on Key West.
Wills’s eyes widened when we entered Davis House to check in and a couple strolled by, hand inhand. What surprised him was that they were completely naked.
“Did you think ‘clothing optional’ meant only by the pool?” I couldn’t help laughing as he blushed.
“Your suite is ready now, Mr. Matheson.” The desk clerk smiled and handed us our key cards. “It has a lovely view. It overlooks the pool and the Jacuzzi. You can go right on up if you like, and get unpacked. Here are some brochures about the attractions of our little island.”
“Thanks. Ready, babe?”
“You bet.” I smirked at the desk clerk. Wills had completely missed the way the man had been checking him out.