He meant what he said. He didn't say things just to say them. When he said them, he meant them. "I do too. Who knew," he said, flashing her a smile. "It doesn't rain that much."
He shook his head and laughed. "When you say wax are you talking about getting waxed like a car or are you talking about the hair ripping wax? I don't like either idea either way." He sipped his drink. "Not on purpose you wouldn't, I know that." But she couldn't promise anything just like he couldn't. The hotel was in control. not them.