Chapter Fourteen
Ashleigh
“You ready to go?” he asks, his voice low.
Not really. Leaving means we’re one step closer to saying goodbye. But I wouldn’t make him stay at the reception longer than he wants to be here. “Let’s blow this joint.”
“Better to avoid the rush,” he says, his tone pragmatic.
Somehow I think the truth has a lot less to do with a post-party traffic jam. “Let me use the restroom.”
The line for the ladies’ room has already snaked around a column when I get in line. One of the hotel staff points down a curved stairwell. “There’s another set of restrooms down there, miss.”
“Thanks,” I say, flashing him a grateful smile.
I find a much smaller bathroom tucked in the corner of the second floor. After using it I wash my hands and stare at myself in the reflection. I look
