“So that’s it,” Drew wrapped up as he paced back and forth in front of Meghan’s couch. “I went to wake her up, see if she wanted to go have breakfast downstairs or order room service, and she wasn’t in bed.”
He raked his hands through his coal black hair. “Then I thought maybe she’d gone back to her suite to take a shower. I knocked on the connecting door, no answer. Called her room several times. No answer. Went into the hall and pounded so hard on the main door that three other people staying on the eleventh floor stuck their heads out of their rooms to see what the hell was going on.”
“And then,” he sighed, “I looked every other place in the hotel I could think of. The pool, steam room, business office, gym, bar, and the restaurant. I went to the front counter to ask if they had some
