Inside the presidential suite.
The woman asleep on the king-sized bed had long hair like strands of seaweed, softly spread across the pillow. Morning light streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, piercing her eyes open.
Wendy Moore lifted a hand to press against her pounding temples, her brow deeply furrowed.
Last night… she and Zack Perry?
Her clear, dewy eyes snapped open. She found herself in an unfamiliar hotel room, and there was no man beside her.
She touched her forehead and sat up, dazed. She must have blacked out from drinking at Cross Bar last night…
She pressed her temples, struggling to piece together the night's memories.
She and Yvonne had gone to Cross Bar. Later, Yvonne had stomach pain and went to the restroom, leaving her with Zack. Then, they both
