Chapter Thirty-Three
‘We need to get you out while we still can,’ Jay said.
He crouched down to help Sophia up. It was easier said than done. By the time she was standing, teeth clenched, sweat was running into his eyes again. He blinked, shrugged on a pair of jeans and laced his boots. He needed more suitable clothing if he was going to get her out of here.
He shoved Sophia’s pistol into his jeans’ waistband and moved for the door. He checked outside. A tourist was moving directly toward their room. He was pale. Either he was careful to keep out of the sun or he’d just arrived. No hat. Inch-long blond hair and slightly flushed cheeks. He’d been running. His jeans had a slight bulge above the crotch. Either he liked to sit his d**k upright for extra pleasure or he was packing a compact
