Angela's heart began to race as she approached the hotel, her fingers tightening on the steering wheel. It was a luxury hotel about an hour's drive out of town, attached to the nearby casino. She'd never been here but had read about it online, the high traffic improving the odds that no one would recognize her or the other two men, or put together what was going on.
She wasn't sure how open-minded Glen Barrow had become in the past few years, but she wasn't going to push it.
"Ms. Kenzie." The beaming clerk slid the card key across the polished counter. "Hope you enjoy your stay with us."
She smiled and picked up her overnight bag, feeling more confident by the second.
This is my time.
This is what I want.
This is what I need.
She took a long, leisurely shower in the over-sized stall
