Jesse shivered, waiting outside a few minutes longer. She wasn’t on the street or in the lobby. He’d sent her the key to his room with the number written on it. He wasn’t sure she would take him up on his offer. It was risky, meeting in public.
The hotel was hardly a train station or pub. Someone might notice each of them passing through, but no one would be watching once they were safely behind doors.
Kelly still hadn’t appeared and Jesse’s anxiety got the better of him. He popped into the hotel’s bar and ordered a whiskey. He drained the two ounces in as many gulps, the fire burning his throat flowing lower and pooling in his stomach. Thinking about Kelly, imagining her in his room, the fire burned even lower still. Frustrated he took the elevator to the twelfth floor.
He stopped just outside the doors. His door was the last on the right, but from here he could see someone standing at it.
With long confident strides, he covered the few yards in moments, positioning himself behind her and sliding one hand over her middle. Her painted fingers fumbled the plastic key.
“I knew you’d come.”
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