Samantha scurried around her hotel room, fixing the pillows on the bed over and over again, making sure the chair at the desk was pushed in all the way, placed just right. She wanted everything to be perfect when Elliott arrived. She looked in the mirror too many times to count. Admitting to herself she looked good, she twirled, watching her long, red print skirt whirl about her legs and pulled down the back of her matching long red sweater.

Knock, knock, knock, she heard on ...