The unknown man blinked, spread his gaze between the two of us, and frowned. “I’m here to see my girlfriend.”
“Excuse me?” Dane asked and turned toward me.
I stepped around him. “I think you have the wrong unit.”
“Who the hell are you?” the man asked with a curled lip.
Dane jerked his shoulders. “That’s none of your business. This is our room.”
Yeah, if that guy had a gun, we were in trouble. I put my hand on his arm, trying to make him relax. “Calm down. Let me handle this.”
“How do you know your girlfriend is in this room? What’s her name?”
“Stacia Dresier. She told me she was here. That’s how I know.” His attitude ticked me off, but when he reached into his back pocket, I jumped behind Dane again.
There were no bullet sounds. When I risked peeking around Dane’s back, both men were staring at me.
The stranger held his phone screen out to me. It was a text message stream from a contact named “Love of my Life.”
How cute. And a little gross.
“That says room 304,” I said. “This is 204.”
He jerked the phone back toward him. “What? No.”
Dane turned toward me wearing a funny expression. “You really don’t know him? You didn’t date him?”
The guy read the message at least twice and checked it against my door. He shook his head and then walked between Dane and me to reach the elevator without another word.
“You really think I knew him?” I asked as we watched the guy get on the elevator. I crossed my arms in annoyance.
He smirked. “When it comes to you, princess, I never know what to think.”
Was that an insult? Or a compliment?
“Drama, drama, drama,” Dane said as he unlocked his room door.
“Hey!” I walked after him. “That wasn’t my drama. Nothing about that was my drama. Maybe you’re the drama.”
Why was I always the problem? Just as many things happened when he was around.
My phone beeped as I walked through Dane’s door. He was already doing a sweep of the place for safety.
The phone beeped again.
12
I took a seat on Dane’s couch. It really was not as comfortable as the one I’d left behind in my room. The phone’s beeps indicated an incoming email, so I opened the app and scanned my messages.
Lonny Horwitz, CEO of Southern Hospitality Tours, stuck out in the sender list.
“Lonny just sent me an email,” I said to Dane as he handed me a bottle of water.
He took the seat next to me. “Are you going to open it?”
Obviously. But it was weird because we’d just left there. What could he have come up with in such a short time?
“Duh.” I clicked on the email but held the phone so he couldn’t see.
