Chapter 185

"Quick! Panic!" I hissed.

"Done! Now what?" Cass whispered.

Travis pointed underneath the large bed, and all of us dove underneath. The very next second, the door to this room opened. The man with no pants who liked to dance started up his circus whistling again as he marched inside. Once again, I was in a position to only see his shoes - brown leather loafers instead of flip-flops. Thankfully the weather had driven him to wear pants to cover his hairy legs.

He set down a big box right in front of the bed. The he opened it and began unpacking whatever was inside.

Great. Juuuuust wonderful. Now the three of us were trapped here, packed in like sneaky sardines.

Only I wasn't so sure we were alone underneath the bed. How did I know this? Because I looked over at Cass next to me, and my chin hit the floor. Drawn above her upper lip in shiny black ink was a dramatically curly mustache.

Oh. No.