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looked at Barbara, saw her nod, and knocked louder. “Housekeeping!”  
    The hand on my shoulder made me jump. “You’re going to have to open up or Barbara won’t quit,” Luke whispered. “But leave the chain on.”  
    I nodded, steeled my courage, and turned to face the door. Luke caught my arm and turned me toward him. “Might not be a great idea to answer the door in my shirt,” he said quietly, a hint of a smile on his face.  
    Oh. Right. I dashed into the bathroom, unbuttoning as I went, and emerged a moment later tying my silky maroon robe around my waist. In spite of the situation, it was gratifying to see Luke’s attention drawn to the rather short and slinky robe.  
    “Go hide,” I whispered, meaning the bathroom, but he stepped to my other side so he’d be shielded by the door.  
    Another loud knock left me no time to argue. I disengaged the deadbolt and opened the door a few inches. “I said, my room is fine. I don’t need housekeeping today.” I was careful to put a touch of annoyance in my voice and found that it wasn’t hard to do. I’d been sound asleep before the knocking started.  
    The housekeeper, a woman in her early twenties, looked apologetic. “I’m sorry, Miss, but I’m supposed to clean this room today.”  
    “You woke me up,” I said, feeling guilty even as the words left my lips. It wasn’t her fault. Barbara was making her do this.  
    “I’m sorry, but I have to clean in there.”  
    Now I was getting genuinely angry. “No, you really don’t. I’ve told you my room is fine, and I don’t like being disturbed on a Saturday morning.”  
    It would have been nice if that had settled it, but then Barbara walked into view. As per usual, she was wearing a tight dress that showcased ample cleavage.
    “Good morning, Ms. Squires. I forgot to tell you there’s a new cleaning schedule. Yvonne will only be a few minutes.” The woman’s voice was cool and professional, but her beady eyes seemed to be trying to look through me to the interior of the room.
    “As I’ve said, I don’t need housekeeping today. I was trying to sleep.”  
    A sudden touch on my back made me start and bang my shoulder against the door. A firm finger was tracing a curvy line, pushing the smooth fabric against my skin. Really? He thought that this was an appropriate time for a back rub? A second later, his finger traced down my spine from neck to waistline. Suddenly, I remembered a game I’d played as a child. Someone would trace letters on another person’s back and ask them to guess the word. That could have been an I . Or a lower case L .  
    I pressed my body more firmly into the gap between the door and the wall, doing my best to stare down the hotel manager. In the meantime, Luke traced what seemed to be a C . And then a K . ‘Ick?’ He’d picked now to remind me that he didn’t like his cougaresque manager? Oh wait … maybe it was ….
    “Sick!” I practically shouted. “I’m not feeling well today. That’s why I was still in bed. So if you’ll excuse me … ” I coughed twice, aware that Luke’s hand was still firm and warm on my back.  
    The housekeeper and Barbara looked at each other. Finally, the Barracuda backed off. “Well, in that case, I’m sorry we disturbed you.” I wasn’t sure if there was a sarcastic tone in her words or not. “I hope you feel better.”  
    I nodded and shut the door, hurriedly locking the deadbolt. I turned to Luke, but he put his fingers over his lips and tilted his head toward the door. I looked out the peephole again, and sure enough, Barbara was still right there.  
    I turned back to Luke, worried. He looked upset too. He went over to the TV, flicked at the remote, and found a news channel. He increased the volume. That would help a little if anyone was listening at the door. I took a few steps toward him, but then changed my mind and took one more glance into the hall. And saw Barbara, pulling out her phone.  
    Alarmed, I