“What happened?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing. I’m jumpy.”
“That’s alright. Tell me what you’re passing.”
“Um.. I’m about to pass the arcade,” I said.
Even as I said it, I approached.
And it was all too much.
Too loud.
Too bright.
Too overwhelming.
My shoulders inched up toward my ears, and I ducked my head and charged forward.
“I’m on my way downstairs,” Milo said in my ear.
“Okay.” I could see his hotel looming across the Boardwalk from me.
I pretended not to notice the group of teenagers puffing on a joint as I rushed past.
“Where are you?”
“Almost at the door,” I told him.
“There’s an elevator bank directly forward inside the doors. Walk toward them. I’m coming down on the middle one.”
I didn’t notice anything about the lobby. Everything was just a blur around me as I focused on the golden center elevator.
And just as I got to it, the doors slid open.
Then there he was.
Wearing a pair of sleep pants and a tee that had been hastily put on, seeing as it was inside out and backward.
But what I noticed most was the way the second he saw me, his arms opened wide, inviting me in.
I didn’t hesitate.
I walked right into him and let him wrap me up.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Milo
I’d just gotten out of the shower when I heard my burner ring.
I thought she was just calling to say the dress fit well or the lock worked. Something calm, casual.
But the second I heard her cry out my name, I knew something must have gone seriously sideways.
I stumbled back through the suite, yanking off my towel and dragging my pajama pants up my still-wet legs as I talked to her, trying to get her to focus and head toward me.
When I knew she was on her way, I reached blindly into my suitcase for one of the few t-shirts I’d brought with me.
