Nikki came over, as she does every Sunday for family dinner, and the four of us sat on the back patio, even though the weather had turned cool. We all wore heavy jackets and joked about Dad using the barbecue in the snow that would be along soon. Later, after dinner and dishes, Nikki and I retired to my bedroom to talk in private, without my mother and her plans to get one or both of us married off. She'd already asked, during dinner, if Trevor had any nice siblings, cousins, or friends for Nikki. Nikki and I sat cross-legged on my bed, and I told her about my exciting visit to the show suite. She rolled onto her back, convulsing with laughter. “No way! That's why we have three staff on all the time, to keep people from doing it on the display bed!” “We didn't even touch the bed, at least.” She snorted. “Don't tell anyone!” I immediately regretted telling her, since she worked for Trevor, and he didn't want his staff to know he broke the rules.
