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"Hello," he says "Can I help you?"

I force a save me the name of the hotel but not the room number"

The older man raises his brows

"His name is Nathaniel Alexander"

He tilts his head to the side and nods "I’ll ring hi you"

Shit

He reaches down and lifts the phone, dialing a number

"Mr Alexander, yes, it’s Ti that you were expecting her"

There’s a long moment of silence

"What’s your na at me

"Avery," I whisper

"She said her naood"

He puts the phone down and turns to me "He’s in room two Head out the door, turn to your left, and follow the doors down until you see it"

"Thank you," I say, turning and rushing out

I follow his directions until I reach the fading yellow door with a rusty 2 hanging on it I hesitate with ht choice coat me His eyes widen when he takes in my expression and my damp clothes I know I must look like hell

"I know you don’t really want to see o"

"You’ve been crying," he says, his voice low and throaty He’s wearing nothing but a pair of low-hanging sweat pants that are a light grey in color They hang on his hips in that way

My lip trembles as ot news about o"

He pushes the door further open, his eyes softening "Co"