Chapter eight
Jonah
I pull up to the hotel within fifteen minutes of Cole’s call, still in the clothes I’d worn to work—minus my tie—with a thick charcoal coat pulled over top. Cole is pacing along the sidewalk while Kaylyn sits next to the building curled up over her knees.
“Live close?” Cole asks with a smile that doesn’t quite touch the rest of her face.
I took a long breath of the cold night air and drag my fingers through my already ruffled hair. “Believe it or not, I hadn’t even left the office. What’s going on?”
“Sorry.” Cole scrunches her face. “Kay gets sick anytime we go near the second floor.”
“And you?” I try to keep my sights on Cole while we speak, but I can’t keep my gaze from drifting to Kaylyn. Huddled on the sidewalk with her back to the wall.
Cole shrugs. “I haven
