Danielle had mentioned that she wanted to take a bath, and she had said it so nonchalantly that it didn’t feel awkward. I was hoping for an invitation, but I knew not to ask. Things seemed to be going my way, and I didn’t want to blow it by saying something smarmy. Sometimes in romance, it’s best to play not to lose.
“The guest bathroom is cleaner,” I said, and pointed to the bathroom down the hall.
But Danielle was looking past me. “We have company.”
I turned and saw two roaches on the wall behind me. Big roaches, not thick enough to be outside roaches, but large enough to have been well-fed. Ugh, I was out of bug spray.
“You gonna use a shoe this time?” Danielle suggested.
I looked around the room and felt myself gritting my teeth. “My shoes are in the bedroom.” I glanced at the thick black…
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