CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When she got back to the motel in Omaha, it was 12:11 in the morning. She unlocked the door quietly, expecting Ellington to be asleep. However, when she stepped inside, she found him standing by the small table by the bed, typing something into his laptop. He was still dressed in his suit pants but had lost the button-up shirt, wearing just the tank top he wore beneath it. It was cute and comforting somehow and she found herself wanting to just collapse into his arms.
But there was no way she was going to be vulnerable with him after the last few days they’d had—especially not after the hectic encounter she recently had with her sister. So as she walked into the room, she offered him a simple “Hey,” and nothing else.
“Hey yourself,” he said. “How did it go?”
“As I’d ex
