ADAM”S POV
By the time the city lights flickered on, I was already parked across from the Wyndham Downtown. Room 1423. Jason Crosswell.
I didn’t bother checking in or calling the front desk. That wasn’t my style. I had Caldwell digging up everything he could, and I wasn’t about to wait for bureaucracy to catch up.
The guy was hiding, all right. But hiding from me? That was going to be impossible.
I leaned back in my seat, tapping the steering wheel, eyes never leaving the hotel windows. My mind raced through possibilities — security cams, front-desk chatter, maybe even a little charm if I needed it.
One thing was certain: nora deserved to see the truth, and I was the one holding it.
No, not holding it.
I was about to throw it at her.
And if Jason thought he could just stroll into h
