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Chloe paced the hotel room. She glanced at her phone.
2:00 a.m.
Where was Davis?
When Kara’s and Rick’s phones had gone straight to voicemail, she’d pulled Davis’s number from the liability waiver he’d had to sign before working on-site. Except, he’d used the number of his hardware store.
Who even had a landline anymore?
Chloe resumed her pacing, cursing Travis for showing up when he had. He’d asked to spend their breaks together many times in the past, but she’d known it would only lead to no good. He’d use it against her, just as he still used the kiss they’d shared four years ago.
Someone had placed mistletoe over the entrance of the tent, and they’d happened to walk in at the same time.
Now she wondered if it had been Travis himself who had hung it. Nothing would surprise he
