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Wyattrushedthrough the doors of the hotel.Hehad driven past the shuttle stop where he guessedLilyhad gone.Shewasn’t there.Shewas still not answering her phone.
Whatif she got lost between his house and the bus stop?Whatif she was hurt somewhere?
Hepushed away the thoughts and hurried to the front desk. “LilyRandolph,” he said, breathlessly.
Ayoung man looked up from his smartphone.Thesame frowning guy he’d seen last time.Hewore a tag.James.Wyattwould have put him more as aJimmyorJimbo, not aJames.
“Whatabout her?”
Wyattwas taken aback by the man’s bizarre reaction.Heseemed . . . pissed off. “She’sstaying in this hotel.Extendedstay.I’mlooking for her.”
“Takea number.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”
Wyatttook a deep breath. “Ineed to make sure she’s okay.”
Theman squinted at him. “Theplot thickens.Youher boyfriend?”
“Excuseme?”
“Nothing.”
Wyatt’spatience was wearing thin.Heleaned in. “Kid, do you know whereIcan find her?”
“Youdon’t have to look far,sir.Justturn around.”
Wyattfollowed the smirking man’s finger.Hewas pointing to somewhere behind him in the lobby.
TherewasLily, her back to him, wearing the same t-shirt and shorts.Inthe arms of another man.
ChapterForty-One
Thenext morning,Lilycracked open her room door, checking the hallway forPeter.Thankfully, he hadn’t returned to his earlier post.
Shewas still reeling from his unexpected arrival and announcement.Heregretted ever breaking up withLily, professed his love.Hisproof came in the form of subleasing theirManhattanapartment toRachelwith the intent of spending the rest of the summer together withLily.Hewould work remotely fromBreckenridgeand take regular time off to hike with her.
IfLilydidn't know better, she'd wagerPeterhad a lobotomy.Wherehad the workaholic gone?She'dseen his phone only once the entire evening and that was to take a rapid-fire selfie with her.Heavenonly knew where it would end up being posted.
Repeatedly, she tried to make one thing crystal clear.Untilfurther notice, they were not back together.
Lilylifted the morning paper from the carpeted floor, struck by the headline, the latest in the local saga.
BillingsFacesPay-to-PlayAllegations
Lilyglanced at the time. 8:22.
Sheshot a text toGayleasking if she wanted to have breakfast together.
Noresponse.Gaylewas probably still asleep.
Cometo think of it, she hadn’t heard fromGayleall evening.Butthat could be because at some point after leavingWyatt’shouse,Lily’sphone died.
Tenminutes later,Lilywas in the lobby café, sipping a chai latte, theSummitSentinelsplayed before her on the table.
