No time to worry about that, though, because Alex had moved purposefully to the front desk and was giving his information to the woman there, along with his credit card. Caitlin waited off to one side, trying to look as if she checked into hotels with guys all the time. All right, not all the time, but at least she didn’t want to give the impression that she was doing something illicit.
The transaction settled, Alex turned back toward her. “Looks like the elevators are down that hall. We’re on the tenth floor.”
She nodded, mostly because she didn’t know what to say. All of the easy dialogue they’d shared during those last few minutes of the drive melted away as if it had never existed. For each floor the elevator ascended, she could feel her throat constricting and her stomach tightening
