“Like the job?”
She rolled over on her back. “Yes,” she said, and looked at me.
I could see from the expression in her eyes that from now on I’d be wasting time by staying on the raft.
“Come on,” I said. “We’ll go.”
She was the first to hit the water.
5
“I want to show the young lady the view from my balcony,” I said to the night clerk, as he gave me my key. I expected him to remind me that this was a respectable hotel, or at least leer, but he didn’t.
He bowed. “I’m delighted you find the view worth showing to madam,” he said. “Is there anything I can send up for you, Mr. Cain?”
I made sure he wasn’t being sarcastic, but he seemed to be falling over himself to give me service.
“Some Scotch would be nice,” I said.