Chapter 4
Zoe came out of the bathroom of the motel room, dressed in sweatpants and a crop top, her hair wrapped up in a towel.
“That’s better,” she said. “Felt like I had sand and grit everywhere.” Lorna turned from where she sat at the dresser, working on her laptop. “Catching up?”
“The e-mails do pile up,” Lorna said, rising, to take her turn in the bathroom. They’d gotten a shared room for the night at a motel on the outskirts of Vegas. It was cheaper to share.
“Yeah. Do you mind if I check mine while you’re showering?” She saw a small hesitation in Lorna and went on quickly. “Or I’ll get my laptop out. It’s okay.” Some people could be possessive about their computers. They acted like you’d asked to go through their purse or read their bank statements.
“No, go ahead,” Lorna said.
