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He’d definitely heard voices next door. Evan told himself he should go back to sleep, that what he’d heard was just Zoe watching TV — for all he knew, she was a night owl, or an insomniac — but dammit, one of those voices had sounded like hers. The other was definitely male.
Silence fell once again, however, and he glanced at the clock. Two forty-two. Not exactly the best time of night to go knock on someone’s door and ask if they’d had company recently.
He was here to watch out for her, though. What if the creature had appeared and had stolen her away, right under Evan’s nose?
No, he doubted something like that could have happened. Zoe would have kicked up a ruckus, would have screamed and started fighting back. The whole hotel probably would have heard that kind of commotion.
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