Myra hugged Peter's arm as they left the Cannes' Park, hopping into the car beside him. "Are you staying over tonight?"
"What? You mean on that horrible couch?"
Her face fell. "I didn't mean_."
"My boss already has a room reserved for me at the Luxury Hotels," he caught her off.
"Oh." She murmured, looking out the window.
As they sped through the highway, Myra made a mental note to complete the work Kevin gave her once she gets home.
"I'll drop you off here." He said, pulling to a stop in front of Luxury Hotels.
"Oh." She said again, checking her purse to see if she has some money for a taxi.
As she got down, he was pulling his luggage from the boot in a haste.
"I didn't know you had some luggage."
"I'll see you tomorrow, my love." He pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her hair. "Make sure you give me a call when you get home."
Letting her go with a wave, Peter made his way into the Hotel in a haste.
