“Being inside that tiny machine wasn’t much fun. “Well, there was that time I got an MRI,” she said.

“I guess you’ll never know if I’m a genie now,” he said. Why, were you going to bust us out of here with your genie powers if I said I was?” But isn’t that what a genie would say?” he asked. How exactly had she missed seeing this man get on the elevator with her? She had a sudden urge to rub her hand on his cheek to see how prickly it was. “I guess you don’t really look like a genie.” He was a tall white guy, with tanned skin, rumpled dark brown hair, and about a day’s worth of scruff where a beard would be. “What am I, a genie?” He grinned back at her. “Were you here this whole time?” she asked. She looked up and around, and jumped to see a man with a suitcase in the opposite corner of the elevator.

“What’s going on?” she said out loud to herself.Ī few seconds later, a dim light came on, but the elevator stayed motionless. Just then, the elevator stopped with a jerk. She spied the cheese and crackers in the corner of her purse, tucked away from the heavy champagne bottle. She wished she’d found the time to make brownies the night before. They would need a pre-dinner snack to soak up all of that champagne, after all. The elevator glided in the air, in that smooth, noiseless way elevators in expensive hotels do, while Alexa checked her purse for the third time to make sure she’d tossed the fancy crackers and Brie in there. no, maybe because their relationship was still tricky after all these years. Alexa couldn’t wait to celebrate with her older sister, despite. She laughed out loud as she pushed the number of her sister’s floor, the laughter calming her nerves. Oh no, was just about to get in the shower.Īlexa got Olivia’s text just as she stepped into the elevator. It didn’t matter that Olivia had just made partner at her New York law firm some things didn’t change. It was always good to give Olivia a little more advance warning than most people. She took out her phone to text her sister, Olivia, upstairs in one of the guest rooms. Alexa Monroe walked into the Fairmont hotel in San Francisco that Thursday night wearing her favorite red heels, feeling jittery from coffee, and carrying a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne in her purse.

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