Jake closed the trunk of his car and slung his duffel bag up over his shoulder. He looked up at the hotel.
Nice digs.
He flashed back to the encounter at the side of the road and the way she'd reacted to his touch, arching back against him with unfettered need and want.
The memory shot straight to his groin and he grunted.
New tricks, Angie.
For all three of us.
He looked around the parking lot, afraid for a second someone would recognize him. It wouldn't be illegal for the police chief to go to a hotel, or to a casino, but he was always worried about public opinions.
His inner voice snapped at him as he hesitated again, studying the people walking in and out of the hotel.
Enough. Go to her.
She's waiting for you.
A second text from Angela an hour ago had given the room number, s
