My House Or Yours?

The building of the shared airport had been a fascinating merger for the cities. Their sprawling populations were reaching out to occupy the area between the cities, and the shared airport was the obvious solution. It had not been easy for Dallas to share it with a “lesser” neighbor who was deliberately lacking in elegance.

Necessity makes for strange bedfellows.

Just as did the meeting between Jo and Chad.

Jo would look at Chad eating breakfast across the table in their room and she was stunned that she was with him again.

What were the chances of running into someone known in an airport? Actually, it wasn’t that unusual. But an ex-husband?

Incredible.

Of course, if one was a film star or multimarried perhaps, but Jo Morris? Ridiculous.

Chad was in the shower when Jo was startled by the discreet knock on their door. A knock? Who could possibly know they were there?

In their shared room, only one bed was rumpled and askew.

But hotels no longer had house detectives who checked on morals.

She squinted at her traveling clock and it was only seven-thirty. Jo inquired as to who was there. With the reply that it was breakfast, she put on her raincoat before she opened the door.

The discreet waiter didn’t even gasp at her dishabille. He conducted himself as if every person in the hotel was barefooted and wearing a raincoat in their room. She’d obviously been in some sort of rain because her hair was a tangled mess.

He said not a word but went straight to his work. He set the small table adroitly and with some skilled flourish.

She gave him a guilty-conscience tip.

He grinned as he thanked her.

She did not make eye contact. Her glances darted around and she blushed scarlet. But she was seriousfaced and silent.

With the size of the tip, he felt he had to tidy up a bit. And he moved chairs, retrieved and plumped night-discarded pillows. Did he emphasize that chore?

Jo moved her hands and said, “Never mind.”

The waiter grinned big and friendly before he reluctantly left.

She knew full well that the waiter thought she was a loose and easy woman. She was there in one of the giveaway rooms that cost outrageously but less than the others. And she’d come from the overloaded airport with a stranger. HARLOT must be written across her forehead in purple on the red blush that suffused her entire face.

Closing the door again, Jo scowled at the torn-up bed with its plumped pillows. Two of the pillows had been taken from the floor. Just as they had some years ago. She and Chad had shared one pillow. That was a clue right there. Then too, the other bed hadn’t been touched. How obvious.

There is nothing like a guilty conscience to rattle a seemingly free woman.

She straightened. She would never see the waiter again. She would leave this place. She would go back to her life and this would be a forgotten incident.

Chad came out of the bathroom, gloriously naked, drying his hair with a rough towel. He grinned at her and said, “I’m clean. Let’s roll around so that I can smell you instead of just me.”

She looked back at him in appalled shock.

He noted she was wearing a raincoat, over nothing, and he lifted his eyebrows a trifle as he smiled. “It’s raining inside?”

“That could be what the waiter thought.”

He then noted the set table. He said, “Great. We can eat first.”

She replied stiffly. “I believe I shall shower.”

“No. Don’t. You have such a wonderful woman smell.”

“I…smell?”

And he made savoring sounds as he tried to hold her. He rooted his nose around her throat and tried to loosen the tightly tied coat belt. He inquired, “Going out?”

“I had to put something on to open the door.”

“Good thinking.”

“He thinks I’m a harlot.”

Chad lifted his head back and looked at her. “He said that?”

“No. He smiled in that way.”

“What way?”

“As if he knew what we’d been doing.”

Chad looked at the one messed-up bed and then he looked back at his ex-wife. “A logical conclusion. The pillows are back where they belong.”

“He did that.”

Chad tried not to grin too widely. “Tonight we’ll mess up the other bed first.”

“I am embarrassed.”

He was surprised by her. “We’re married!”

“We are not. We are divorced!”

“Ah, that doesn’t mean anything to a couple. It’s just a technicality. We’re legal.”

“I believe you are tilted in your thinking.”

He laughed in a good throat chuckle. “You’ve always tilted me, one way or another. I had to leave the house so that you could get some rest.”

“You gave all your attention to the college, you just used my body now and then.”

“You’re lucky I had the distraction of a commitment to the college, or you would have never gotten out of bed at all!”