“I’LL BE LUCKY IF THEY let me in,” I mumbled as we approached the hotel entrance. “I look like I’ve gone a few rounds in the ring.”
“You did.” Kyle checked me over for the hundredth time. “But I wouldn’t worry about your face and head. Your getup makes them almost unnoticeable.”
“What d’you mean?” Glancing down, I brushed at the dust coating my T, and poked at a hole in the knee of my jeans that hadn’t been there earlier. “They that bad?”
“Nah. I’m just shitting with you.” Kyle chuckled and herded me faster with a nudge to my shoulder. “Might be an idea to stay at my back, though, until we find you a table to hide behind.”
I kept my head down on entering the hotel, ducking behind Kyle to pass the doorman. The effort seemed unnecessary when we reached the bar with nobody even glancing m
