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hundred.”
    “Whoa.”
    “Yeah.”
    “I can probably swing it. I think I have that on my American Express card. I never use it. I brought it with me in case of an emergency.” Though, I never thought that would be Kammy partying and streaking.
    “Then, get some sleep, and we'll go get her tomorrow.”
    “Crap!”
    “What?”
    “That card was in my suitcase that got left in the hotel.”
    “They sent the suitcases to the airport on the shuttle that left after the girls. If it was in your suitcase, it’s at the airport.”
    “Could we go to the airport and get it?”
    With sympathy in his eyes he said, “You should probably cancel that card.”
    “Why?”
    “Tiffany, it went with a driver to the airport. Someone will pick it up at the airport and throw it behind a counter maybe, or maybe not. Because it hasn't been checked in yet. Then, it's going to sit somewhere until you get there. And you may never see it again, because the manager told me he'd send the bags via the next shuttle, but he was pretty pissed off.”
    I couldn't really blame the guy. I sighed again. This trip flipped back and forth from being a blast and the most annoying, disastrous weekend of my life.
    “Can I use your phone?”
    “Of course.”
    He leaned across the table to hand me the phone, and our hands brushed. I felt sparks like when he took my hand earlier. But as I took the phone, I realized, without the card, I had no idea where to call to cancel it. I sat the phone down on the table.
    “Do you have internet?”
    “Yeah, but if you need to look up a phone number, you can do it on the phone.”
    “No media charges?”
    He laughed. “It'll be okay.”
    I got the card canceled and realized this meant I would have to call my dad to wire money if I was going to get Kammy out of jail.
    “How long would she have to sit it out?” I asked.
    “A while.”
    “I'm going to have to call my dad,” I moaned.
    “Let your parents rip into Kammy. She deserves it.”
    “Well, at least I can't call him for a while. Gives me time to decide what to say.”
    “Your daughter is one hell of a party chick, and I need money to spring her.”
    I laughed. “Yeah, he'll love that.”
    Luke shrugged. “Hey, sometimes the truth hurts.”
    A cool ocean breeze settled in, and I felt chill bumps on my skin. I hugged my arms around myself.
    “Let's go in,” Luke said. Once we stepped back across the other side of the glass door, he threw me a remote. “Pick whatever you want. I'll be right back.”
    Luke disappeared behind a door. I flipped through Spanish channel after Spanish channel, wondering what I should pick. I couldn't understand anything anyhow. I finally landed on “I Love Lucy” in español and decided this was it. Sometimes you could see the humor, so it wouldn't matter if I couldn't listen to everything, and either way, I had every episode memorized, so I would know what was going on.
    Luke returned, leaving the door open behind him. It displayed a huge sleigh bed with crème colored bedding.
    “That's your room tonight. I left a bag out for you on the bathroom sink. It has a toothbrush and toothpaste and a bar of facial soap. There is body wash in the shower and plenty of towels and things in the linen closet.”
    “Wow. Thanks.”
    He looked from me to the TV and back to me. “No problem. I Love Lucy?”
    “Ehh—she's funny. Besides, I know the storyline.”
    “I love this show, but if you're watching it because you know the storyline, I can put English subtitles on almost anything.”
    “Lucy's good.”
    “Okay.”
    We sat through three episodes. If I didn't laugh at something, Luke would tell me what was just said, and most of the time, I had to chuckle. But the time came when exhaustion completely overtook my body, and I was going to have to go to bed.
    “I have to crash,” I said.
    “Sweet dreams, anjel .”
    I forced myself up from the couch and started toward my room. “How late are you staying up?”
    “I'll probably