Mexican Chili Pepper
Copyright 2014 Susan Hart
Bethany went over her bags one more time, swearing that she was forgetting something. She’d packed seven pairs of panties — one more than the nights they’d be gone, just in case — two nice dresses, five different shirts, a cardigan in case it got cold, three bras — again, just in case — and her toiletries case. She had the jewelry she wanted to wear tucked into a little zippered pouch.
She had at least four different pairs of shoes besides the slippers she was wearing. Could there be anything she was forgetting? The phone charger was one of the first things she’d packed. What else could there be?
“Babe?” she called. “What am I forgetting?”
“The fact that we’re going to be in Albuquerque, not the middle of nowhere,” Rey said, strolling into the room with his backpack. “It’s a big city, amor. If you forget something, we’ll just get it there. Now, would you relax?”