“Will do,” Coop replied. As Sarah vanished into the bathroom he tucked the stray corners of garments back into the case and shut the lid, then closed one snap for good measure. Both hands gripping the handle, he heaved it off the bed - and practically did a pirouette across the floor. A step and a lean from the dresser he managed to shudder to a halt and bring the case to rest against his stomach.<br/><br/>“What in …” He muttered under his breath and hefted the case experimentally. So, his assumptions had shown him for a fool again. He had used way too much force, expecting the case to be heavy as lead, packed with forty pounds of whatever unknowable feminine gear his sister would load into the car for those family trips back to Sarasota. Sarah, on the other hand, had apparently learned to pack light. It only made sense, of course. A model like her must be constantly on the go, practically live out of her suitcase.<br/><br/>“Smooth. At least there wasn’t a window for you to fall out of. Dumbass.” So chiding himself he set the suitcase in the corner beside one of the end tables that bracketed the bed, out of the way of any foot traffic or future unintended hornpipes.<br/><br/>Like his, Sarah’s room was a suite with a small sitting area. Cooper eyeballed the couch and matching chairs for a moment, then moved a small table to one side to create a makeshift runway down the length of the space to the big leather chair at the end. Just right. He poured himself a drink of water from the pitcher on the dresser and sat down, setting the glass on the end table beside him as he did.<br/><br/>And a second later, was very glad he wasn’t holding it. If he had been, it would have been in a million pieces on the floor. Jaw, arms, hands, everything went slack - well, just about everything - at the sight of Sarah as she reappeared from the bathroom. “Oh.” Coop sat back, hands resting on his knees, and let out what would have been a whistle if he could have pursed his lips. “Oh. Wow.”