Lara was super-fine with having her own place. And stealing Stone's clothes for lounging. So no suggestions were necessary.
She nudged him with her elbow as she walked past him. "So, I know you were all teasing me about wanting to go somewhere with a beach, but seriously," she said, turning around as she walked backward down the hall to his room, "the temperatures out there are younger than you. We are going somewhere above sixty-five, end of story."