When, as if of its own will, his hand stopped before slipping the cardboard key into the slot at door 8019, Lyle couldn’t resist turning to Rafe and asking, “Did you sleep okay last night?”
Rafe’s eyes widened. “I slept great. Why?”
“No…” Lyle tapped his temple. “You know. No dreams?”
Rafe shook his head. “No. To be honest, I don’t remember dreaming at all. Why? What’s going on?”
“Probably nothing,” Lyle said. “It’s probably just some weird reaction at staying in a place that’s so nice.” He grinned at Rafe. “Us mountain boys aren’t really used to such fancy-shmancy digs.”
Rafe reached for Lyle’s hand when Lyle finally connected the key card. “Are you sure? Because we can go somewhere else. Just because I didn’t dream anything last night doesn’t mean something won’t go wrong. All that would take is somebody planning something between the time I woke up and the time I fall asleep again. If Arius has any clue at all how my head works—”