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“I didn’t say anything.”
“You were thinking it very loudly.”
Now he’s definitely fighting a smile. “What do you need?”
“To disappear into the void?” I suggest hopefully.
“Second choice?”
I bite my lip, then decide things literally cannot get more mortifying. “I need someone to go to my room and get my backup dress. And . . . other necessities.”
“Other necessities?”
The human body is seventy percent water, but I’m pretty sure mine is currently seventy percent embarrassment. “You know. Some new . . .” I wave my hands in what I hope translates to “underwear” but probably looks more like I’m conducting an invisible orchestra while having a nervous breakdown.
His eyebrows arch. “Are you trying to mime the word ‘underwear’ in charades right now?”
“Oh my God.” I press my hands to my face. “Yes. Fine. I need new underwear.”
“Key card?”
I peek through my fingers. “What?”
“To your room,” he says patiently. “I’ll need your key card.”
I slowly lower my hands. “You’re going to help me?”
“Unless you’d prefer to continue your wallpaper appreciation session.”
I fumble in my purse for the key card, then realize something else. “I also need . . . um. Someone to go to a store to buy supplies.”
I swear his lips twitch right before he says, “I’m fascinated to see the charade for this.”
“You could at least pretend this isn’t the highlight of your day,” I mutter, handing him my key card.
Amusement is clear in his eyes as he takes the card. “Where will I find the dress?”
“It’s in the garment bag in the closet. And the underwear is in my suitcase.”
“Any specific preferences for the store run?”
This is definitely what hell feels like. “Just regular. Not super.” I close my eyes briefly. “And if you smirk right now, I swear I’ll tell Luna what really happened to Mr. Bunny’s bow tie.”
A ghost of a smile touches his lips. “Consider it handled. Wait here.”
“Where else would I go?” I grumble.
“Fair point. Try not to get into any other accidents while I’m gone.”
“You’re enjoying this far too much.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But his eyes are definitely laughing as he turns and strides away, leaving me to contemplate how exactly this became my life.
I press my forehead against the wall. “I should have worn the black dress.”
My phone buzzes in my purse.
Tim: