Kathrine slammed the door to their hotel room after Hailey was inside. Had Paul never seen another woman? Was he just using her? Perhaps she was overreacting. In fact, she knew she was, but now her sexual frustration was overshadowing her intellectual frustration with Paul. Paul had brought her to the brink then ran off. Sure he was shot, that was about as good as excuses come, but it didn't help Kathrine one bit. Kathrine flung the bathroom door open and the knob sunk into the wall.
"Shit, Kathrine. You're going to tear this room apart," Hailey said with a touch of concern in her voice. Perhaps Moody Hailey was taking a break.
"Paul!" was all that Kathrine could manage to say.
"You know you can talk to me. I'm a good listener," Hailey said. It appeared that Nice Hailey was back, at least for a while.