At the hotel, Remy helped Mike carry their bags into their room, then Kate and Remy left Mike snoring on the sofa. “There’s a really nice bed just through there,” Remy started, offering to show them around.
But Kate waved his words away. “Let him crash. He sat up all night, God bless him, and let me sleep in the airport at Vegas, and on the plane here, so if he wants to lay out in the living room, more power to him. The damn thing’s big enough, that’s for sure. How much do these rooms run, anyway?”
“The hotel’s about the only thing Chell picked out so far that I’ve liked,” Remy admitted. They left Kate’s room and headed down the hall to Remy’s. He swiped his key card in the lock and eased open the door, unsure if anyone else would be awake yet. In a low voice, he warned her, “It’s still
