“No fucking way! This is Jack Carter's hotel suite? Oh my god, that is so cool! Wait…did you…you didn't!”
Sara's blushes were all the response her best friend needed. Her mouth dropped open.
“Sara! You and Jack Carter…Oh my god!” Erica squealed, unable to string together a coherent sentence. Suddenly her eyes fell on something on the night stand, and she leaned over Sara to snatch it up.
“Oh wow, look, he's left you a note!”
Sara's heart leapt. Maybe…just maybe she hadn't been fooling herself. She grabbed the piece of paper from Erica's hand, racing to read the message.
“Sara. Flight is early, had to go, didn't want to wake you. Room is good until 1pm, feel free to order breakfast, charge it to my tab. It was lovely to meet you. If you'd like to go for dinner some time, this is my number. Jack.”
A telephone number was scrawled beneath the message. Feeling like a smitten schoolgirl, Sara clutched the paper to her chest. She was grinning from ear to ear.
“I can't believe you bagged Jack Carter. You have to teach me your secrets!” Erica giggled, flopping back onto the pile of cosy pillows. Sara smiled at her friend.
“Maybe after breakfast. Pass me that room service menu, will you?”
It had been a crazy twenty-four hours. As she folded the note and stashed it carefully in her purse, all Sara could think about was Jack. She felt sure she would see him again. The only question was when…and whether she could stand the wait.