Teagan tossed in bed for a solid hour before he got up. He left his room quietly, because it was after hours, and he didn’t want anyone to call down to the front desk and complain about a guest on the fifteenth floor. Not when Gwen had gotten the rooms at the last minute from a friend.
He cringed at the dinging of the elevator, but no one rushed out of their rooms to shush him. He made it to the lobby and out the beach exit, which was clearly marked. He double-checked to make sure he had his keycard to get back in, and his phone. Then he just walked.
His mind churned at a blistering pace, but he couldn’t pull out any of the individual thoughts. The sky spread above him, with lots of lights bordering the walkway to his left and none out on the ocean to his right. He’d left without shoes,
