Rae Bennett turned on the TV, sat on the bed and waited. The channels were all in the local language, which she didn't understand, so she kept flipping through them to pass the time.
Wyatt Wright quickly finished freshening up, and in less than fifteen minutes, he was out.
Rae Bennett paused the TV, jumped off the bed, and moved a chair close to the power outlet by the TV stand.
"Wyatt, come sit here."
Wyatt, dressed in the hotel's bathrobe with a towel draped around his neck, hadn't really dried his hair in the bathroom—it was still dripping. He sat down, and Rae picked up the hairdryer, setting it to the lowest heat setting. She often dried his hair at home, so she had become quite adept at it.
Wyatt's hair had grown a bit longer, hanging down just enough to slightly cover his eyes, and it was soft in texture.
In any case, the hair was better-behaved than the person.
"Wyatt."
"Hmm."
The wind of the hairdryer whooshed gently and softly.
