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Mike continued down the hall to the room he’d seen Holly enter.
He knocked, then tried the door handle.
Locked. It had been a while since she’d done that to him. Woman was pricklier than one of her Tasmanian echidnas.
He looked back toward Andi’s room, then thought about Holly walking in on them “just chatting” in the ladies’ bathroom. Andi had forced herself to act normally so quickly that she clearly didn’t want her panic attack made public.
Had Holly assumed…?
“Oh, give me a break, Holly,” he thumped the side of a fist on the door. “I was just helping her out.” But he couldn’t say why.
No response.
The team’s escort was gone. Even the escort had assumed he was bedding down with Andi.
Perfect.
The hall was just a long, off-white corridor of closed doors and well-spaced fluor
