My gift to the sisterhood. Jack tried not to start crying again. He'd been told twice he wasn't allowed.“I couldn’t help myself.” He felt awful....He couldn’t stand to see the woman he loved sad. A few minutes ago her profound meanness had brought him to tears – but he’d do anything now to get that cheerfully, playfully cruel woman back.“I know you can’t. That’s the worst part. That means it’s over.”“You can't - you have to let me try, please? Maybe if we both try, you could wear-”“Don’t. You.. ” She put a finger to her lips. “I was thinking, you guys might want to help me decide what I should buy.”Tommy opened his mouth to respond but Blake spoke first. “I’m guessing that prissy little outfits like what you're wearing now, is the kind of thing your father would approve of, and that you want to buy stuff more likely to make a guy’s motor run.”Tommy decided to keep his mouth shut and see where the conversation was going. The expression on Charlene's face remained seductive. “That’s. She now saw it was a children's biography of King James, purporting to tell of his childhood. She wondered if there were any actual facts besides his name in it."How long until we get there?" There was a tiredness in his voice. Reaching for him, she mussed his brown hair."We don't know. We should, if we are where we think we are, hit another east-west road sometimes tomorrow. Then we'll find out what our new direction is." I'm tired." I know." She lowered her arm, hugging him against her. She. What did she think of three women hooking up at a hotel?Did it make the concierge wet?She was a cute woman, her black hair sweeping about her shoulders. She looked like the type of woman who needed a massage. If I had my normal purse, I would have handed her one my business cards for the parlor.“Enjoy your stay,” the concierge said, a throaty tone to her voice.I winked at her while Mom giggled.A short elevator ride later, we were heading down the third-floor hallway and arrived at Room 317. I.