Dougal and Maggie headed back to the hotel.
“We have to be careful around that concierge,” said Maggie. “He was trying so hard to place me.”
“I agree. We need to get in and out before he figures out who you are. Very good idea to have a U.S. passport in a different name. And brilliant to dye your hair.” Dougal self-consciously ran his hand over his head. “I should have thought of that… Here I am, your brother, with reddish hair and blue eyes. He might wonder how our coloring is so different.”
“We can always plant a seed in his head that you and I are on a secret tryst,” Maggie teased. “The married man and the wanton woman.”
Dougal guffawed. “That we could,” he finally said, still laughing. “That would take the cake, now.”
And when they reached the hotel, Dougal grabbed the door handle with one hand and wrapped his other arm around Maggie, holding her close as they entered. The two couldn’t help but laugh. The concierge noticed. He noticed most everything.
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