Claire was the first to wake. She lay in bed smiling, feeling different. Then it hit her, she’d slept through the night. No Trista. And Kurt. Her fingers caressed her lips, the memory of his kiss triggering butterflies inside her. Laughing at herself for acting like a young girl, she threw the blankets aside and looked around the room. Rachel had laid a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt out for her. I really need to get some clothes today. She picked up the denims and wondered if she’d be able to squeeze into them. Laughing at the thought of her walking without bending her knees, she went into the shower.
When she was dressed, she looked at herself, proud that the jeans were working after all. She opened her door that led to the sitting room and saw Kurt asleep on the couch. She sat next to him, and wrapped her fingers lovingly around his arm. You are such a dear man.
His eyes opened and she jumped, screamed. “My God, Kurt!”
He also shot up abruptly, squeezing his eyes. He tried rubbing them. “Claire, I’m sorry. Guess I was really out of it.” He ran his fingers through his hair while playing some more with his eyes. “Ah, that’s better. What a pretty site to wake to.”
She stood and went to the phone, “Some guard you are. I thought you guys were supposed to sleep with one eye open.” She heard a man answer her call. “Yes, please send up a full pot of coffee.” A funny look came over her, and she winked at Kurt. “Oh, and do you have any scones, preferably ones that are right out of the oven? And some strawberry jam. Yes, thanks.”
Claire raised her head to see Rachel walking out in her pajamas. “Good morning.” She gracefully showed off the jeans as a model would while strutting down the catwalk. “Can you believe it? They actually fit.” A thought came to her and she frowned. “Oh, maybe I shouldn’t push it with the scones.”
Kurt asked if he could use Claire’s shower and left them on their own.
“He’s nice to look at, Claire.”
“Don’t make too much out of it, Rachel.” She grinned, “But you do have something there.” Claire spun around at the sound of knocking.
Mac opened the door, pushing a cart, bringing delicious smells into their room. “Good morning, ladies.”
Rachel gave him a big smile and told him to take a seat. “Mac, how long until you need to get home to bed? I’d like you to go to work with me for a while if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, I’m ok for a while. I really should be home by noon though.” He turned to leave, but stopped when Rachel rushed to him, and grabbed his arm.
“Not a chance, Mister. Sit and have breakfast with us. Come on, sit.” Rachel poured their coffees and served the scones. “I gotta tell you guys. It’s rather nice to wake up to a full house. I’m having a ball.”
Mac looked around the room, “Where’s the detective?”
Claire took a sip of her coffee and answered him, “He’s in the shower. He should be joining us shortly. Enjoy yourself, Mac.”
Claire was the first one to bring up Eve. “I need to try to find her, Rachel. She’s done a lot for us, for Ron and Christine. We can’t ignore that she needs us.”
“Look, that’s about all I could think about last night. But we don’t know how to find the door. How can we get to her if we don’t have access?” She tasted the scone. “Hmm, that’s good, but not like Donna’s. I’m taking my show there tonight, but to prove that the door doesn’t exist. I’ll find someone to tell us why the video from last night can’t be what it seems. That sounds pretty crazy to do that, doesn’t it?” She sat next to Claire. “I don’t think this is something that should be known, we shouldn’t mess with it.”
“What about Eve? She needs us.”
Rachel replied with a snarky expression, “Of course she does. So let’s talk to Ron and Christine when they wake up. They might have an idea. Maybe we can get Donna to help us find the portal after the show. Maybe we can go to the future tonight, Claire.”
In the adjoining room, Ron lay in bed staring at his wife. “Christine, you look as good to me at 35 as you did at 65.”
She turned on her back and roared with laughter. “You’re a funny one. I can’t get over this.” She jumped out of bed and pranced over to the mirror, delighting Ron by not putting anything over her nude body.
“My God, you are beautiful! Come back to bed, Honey. I’ll make you feel like a woman.” His young face beamed, and he patted the sheets next to where he lay.
She responded by running into the bathroom and turning on the shower. “No way, Mister. But you could join me in here.”
Before she could say anymore, the shower curtain whipped open and he stepped in, surprising her. He heard a delightful scream. “Oh, Ron. I can’t get over what’s happened.”
“Shut up, Chrisy. I promise you’ll say the same about what’s about to go down as well.” He stared at her, then ran his palms up the curvature of her body, stopping at her breasts. There, he worked his fingers in a motion he knew would drive her crazy. “These fine girls are mighty beautiful, Chrisy.” He put his mouth on them and began running his tongue over her skin.
“Oh, Ron. I still love you after all these years. Oh, Ron. Oh…”
Kurt joined the others for coffee and began with questions from the night before. “I don’t know if you two think your lives seem out of the norm lately, but I for one do. And since it’s my job to find the bad guys, I have to get my questions answered.”
Claire and Rachel shot each other a look and put their heads down to sip at their coffee.
Rachel finally started in, “Kurt, we know you have to do this. Why don’t you come to my show tonight? I plan on debunking the video that was taken last night. We can’t have people thinking there’s some kind of magic door in that place.” She jumped up and filled her cup. “Sorry, I have to get ready to go. I’ve got a long day ahead of me. I’ll see you both tonight?”
She didn’t wait for an answer, but instead, left the room. Mac felt out of place so excused himself and strolled out and into the hotel hall. Claire stood and began to pace.
“Come on, Claire. If you don’t trust me by now, you never will. Now, tell me what you know about that coffee shop.”
They heard knocking from the adjoining room’s door. Claire went to it, smiling at the happy faces standing on the other side. Looking at Christine, she laughed, “Looks like you need to go shopping with me today. You lost about 25 lbs since last night, Christine. Come on in. I want to introduce you to Kurt.”
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