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The engine was still running when the driver got out of the car. The AC still Cooling the back seat. The sound of typing on phones a little too loud to ignore. The driver opened the back door, they were too busy to notice the people coming in and out of the hotel. when a warm breeze hit her, she looked up, side ways and past him, realizing that the door was open. “Wes.”

“Hm?” Heavily concentrated on his typing.

“Get out.” He shifted his head but he didn’t look up or away from his screen. “Hey, get out. The door is open.” He raked his fingers through his hair, dragging in a deep breath and finally looking up. He stepped out and she followed. The driver shut the door and went for the trunk. Assisting the bell boy in carrying their luggage. “Take them up ahead of us.”

“But the room is-“ the bell boy started.

“It’s a suit, not a room.” She corrected. “Wes?” He was still on his phone. “Look up for one second would you?”