“We stopped by your room,” Josey says, sinking into the chair. She grins at Ryan before turning her attention to Dante. Becca glances at Ryan, her mouth twisted into a halfhearted attempt at a smile, and then she looks away. What’s that look for?Ryan wonders. He’d ask but Josey’s already talking a mile a minute. “I knocked but maybe you weren’t in yet? Three twenty-eight, right? That’s what the guy at the counter wrote down when he handed you your key and there’s a handicapped sign on the door—”
“Josey,” Becca warns, her throaty voice low. When her sister gives her a quizzical look, she shakes her head in a tight, subtle gesture that Ryan doesn’t miss.
Josey frowns at her. “What? I just said—”
“Don’t,” Becca murmurs.