"And sometimes, Jess, I have to wonder if I didn't care enough," he said gently. He walked over to Dakota and checked on her. She seemed to be chewing on her new teddy in her sleep. Teething, he knew. He brushed his hand over the child's cheek and drew off the pain for her. Dakota settled into a peaceful sleep. He took the sloppy wet teddy out of the crib and set it aside and replaced it with a dry stuffed kitty.
When Michael saw the beautiful dress Khaat was looking at, he walked over to her, handing his new purchases to a clerk as he left the menswear. "Its beautiful," he said. "It looks like it was made for you."
"My shoes don't go with it," she sighed wistfully.
"I can fix that, my dear," he whispered in her ear. "I just don't think I should do it here." It made her laugh. "Buy the dress if you want it." She turned and picked up a blue one that would match her shoes.
"What about this one?" He laughed this time.
"Buy the whole store if you like," he said.
"I don't like it that well," she frowned at him. She finally selected a dress, some lingerie, and a nightgown and robe. He was more than happy to buy it for her. He walked her back down the street to someplace that she had presumed was just someone's little house. He opened the door and led her inside to find it was a beautiful little family owned hotel, done in old Italian elegance. She doubted it had changed very much in at least 200 years. He arranged a two bedroom suite for them, and the innkeeper led them upstairs to their room and opened the door. Khaat was amazed at how beautiful it was. She went in, listening to Michael give him a generous tip and then close the door. She wandered over to a pair of French doors and found that they opened up to a balcony overlooking a courtyard that was beautifully still lit. A gentle breeze filled the room, and the smell of flowers filled the air.
"The innkeeper said the room is haunted," Michael laughed. "I told him we wouldn't be bothered by that."
"He has no clue, does he?" she laughed.