(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“Nah, this’ll do me for a while.” She watched him move around the room, tall and lanky even with the limp. It was more than clear why she’d tried to hit on him last night, with that mop of curly ginger hair and the engaging smile. He really seemed to be a sweetheart; it was just too damn bad he was gay.
Summer shook it off, putting a hand on the doorknob. “All set?”
Isiah looked up when he felt her staring at him, smiling slightly, a little curious until she spoke and he nodded. “Yup.” He grabbed his keys and key-card and followed her out of the door, limping slowly behind her and unlocking his rental car, the red cabriolet’s lights lighting up for a second as he did so.
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.