They checked into a hotel. The woman behind the reception seemed like she was bored, and when they came in to book a room she was immediately drawn to Sawyer. Elizabeth knew that he was acutely aware of the effect he had on a lot of people. Apparently, the fact he was extremely tired, and wearing the hideous grey shirt he had been given when the police took his own torn up shirt as evidence made no difference.
She was a little overly pleasant. It was nothing overt or inappropriate, but Elizabeth found herself frustrated and a little possessive; he didn’t reciprocate when the young woman flirted but it didn’t change how Elizabeth felt about it.
The room was pleasant enough with plain inoffensive décor and an uncomfortable but functional bed. Anything would have been a palace compared to
