Chapter 23
Danny lay in bed, straining to hear any sound from the room next door. Still nothing. Evan had left before breakfast without a word. He understood Evan’s need for space, he really did. That’s why he hadn’t phoned, figuring a respite might be needed after all the drama of the previous day. But Danny had felt a sliver of unease twisting deeper into him as the day turned to night, and still no sign of his fiancé.
The chime of his cell phone just after three A.M. brought him bolt upright, muscles tensed. He answered, and moments later was breathing his deep relief. It was the security officer calling Danny to warn him a taxi carrying a very inebriated Evan was on its way to the back door. Grinning, he pulled on some sweats, stuffed a hundred dollar bill in his pocket and went down
