The Alpha's a b***h, Book Two, Chapter 7
A FEW HOURS LATER A tarty stench brought Frost to his feet. He had just begun to nod out as the sun was already up and so went the temp in the room with it. The smell was soon followed up with a light knock to the motel room door, four knocks to be exact. Frost grabbed for the handle of his semi-automatic in the back of his jeans. Then the knocks came again.
Stephanie rolled over on her back while still asleep in the bed. Simon rubbed at an aching head.
“Who is it?” Frost asked the visitor with an eye in the peephole.
“Management,” Last Call’s deep, southern accented voice returned.
Checkout time isn’t until tomorrow, Frost thinks to himself. “Wait a sec,” he says quietly, shaking Stephanie awake and giving her a hushing finger.
He was just ma
