Chapter 62

The hotel room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner. I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed. I acted as if the blankets could shield me from the world outside, and they did a remarkable job for several hours. Until the hotel phone rang.

I hated the sound. Cell phones. Landlines. It didn't matter-they were all intrusive. Rolling over, I grabbed it just to make the noise stop.

"Hello?"

"Callie. I'm downstairs. Tell me what room you're in. I'll come up, and we can talk."

The man hadn't wanted to talk for eight years, not so much as an email or text message, and now he wouldn't shut up.

"I'm sleeping, Davis."

"No, you're not. You're awake and talking. So let me come up."

"Nope. Goodnight."

He didn't accept my brush off. "Do you have any idea how many women would kill to be where you are right now? I don't beg, Callie."