Marshall and Lee loved the Crockett Hotel for its proximity to the Alamo, as well as its amenities. It was right next door to the shrine, a few blocks from the Riverwalk. They'd taken the cruise a few times—a relaxing way to take in the sights.
They carried their discreetly wrapped purchases through the busy lobby. At one time, this had been an open courtyard. Now it was a six-story atrium with a skylight, where people mingled.
"Want to get a drink after we take these up?" Lee nodded toward the bar across the way.
Marshall considered the idea for maybe two seconds. "Nah, I'd rather stay up in the room. " Lee's smile at his words warmed him; he knew they'd have a much better time there than at some bar.
"We can always send for drinks if we want 'em." Lee motioned toward the elevators, and Marshall followed. He juggled their packages to press the up button. Their room was on the fifth floor, and the balcony overlooked the Alamo. They tried to request the same room whenever they could.
Once inside their room, Marshall dropped everything on the bed, made a beeline to the bathroom, and took a refreshing piss. He heard Lee's phone through the closed door.
Wonder who that can be? Hope nothing's wrong.
By the time he'd washed his hands and exited the bathroom, Lee was already off the phone. Marshall arched questioning eyebrows.
"That was the garage. We can pick up the car in the morning."
That was good news. Meant they wouldn't have to take cabs any more. He liked that idea.
Lee had opened one of their packages. In his hands, he held a gray pair of boxers. "Strip, boy," he said softly.
