Dally POV
The second Mr. Bennett closed the door behind him, I checked to make sure it locked. Not because I thought somebody was coming after me. Because this whole thing felt like a mistake. Like any minute someone would knock and say there'd been a mix-up. Sorry, Mr. Sandoval. Wrong room. Back to the annex. Back to reality.
I set my duffel bag on the giant bed and pressed a hand into the mattress. My hand sank three inches.
"No f*****g way."
I pressed harder. Still sinking. What the hell did rich people put in these things? Clouds?
I sat down. Then bounced a little. Then bounced harder. The mattress launched me back up.
I laughed. Actually laughed. The sound surprised me. When was the last time I'd laughed like that?
Before I could stop myself, I jumped. Once. Twice. By the thir
