Chapter 31: Erin

SUNDAY. HILTON GARDEN INN, FRANKFURT, GERMANY.

ERIN'S WHOLE BODY HURT. Each step jarred her poor muscles and she couldn't take a breath without wincing in pain. And that was from three hours on a plane. What the hell was she going to do in eight hours when they got on their trans-Atlantic flight? Was there some way she could buy some muscle relaxers? Was booze the answer to her problems?

She'd worry about that later. Right now, it was one foot in front of the other. Soon she'd have somewhere to hide.

Erin squinted at Melody chatting with the concierge. What Erin would give for some sunglasses right about now. The posh, glistening lobby of the airport hotel was so bright it hurt. She needed water, for sure. Not drinking anything while in the air was a mistake she was paying for now.

Falling asleep on the plane was a terrible idea. Those seats were not made for comfort, much less sleeping. She didn't know how Riley or the other guys did it with their sizes.