“You promise?” she pleaded, her gaze locked with her husband’s eyes.
“I promise,” he assured, placing his rather large hand on her knee. “I promise to keep my hands to myself when we’re around your coworkers. I’ll respect your space. But I can’t promise to control myself when we retire to our room,” he said through an eager grin.
She smiled, her eyes twinkling at her husband. They had just arrived at the hotel and convention center where they were both expected to be in attendance of an annual conference. It wasn’t typical for them to travel to the same location for work, but on this unusual occasion, their schedules had coincided. Shay’s consulting firm had sent her to the conference to be available for clients, while Elliot’s engineering firm had sent him to host a booth showcasing their newest product.
The pair checked into their room, unpacked their belongings, and steamed their suits for the following day. Shay had insisted on tucking in early so they could awaken refreshed the day of the conference. As she placed her garments from their day of travel back into her suitcase, she noticed a small black box poking out of her husband’s suitcase.