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them she had late checkout. She hadn’t ordered any room
service, although a deluxe breakfast would be nice. Her
stomach growled at the thought.
She waited for a minute then turned her attention back to
her book. Whoever was out there had probably moved on.
A second knock disproved that theory pretty darn fast.
Dallas set the book on the nightstand and walked over to
the door. It had a small peephole, and she felt funny about
looking through it. When she did, she stumbled back a step.
She reached for the knob as soon as she recovered from the
shock of seeing Quinn on the other side. A quick twist and a
hard pull opened the door. Dallas knew she must look totally
stunned. She couldn’t not look stunned. She had to blink a
couple times to make sure Quinn was real, but yes, it really
was her. She was wearing jeans, an oversize t-shirt with some
logo on the front that Dallas didn’t know, and a black
cardigan. Her hair was twisted back in a messy bun.
“Umm- hi,” Quinn said nervously. She rocked back and
forth on the balls of her feet. Flip flops. She was wearing flip
flops.
“H-hey,” Dallas stammered. “What are you doing here?”
“I- I thought that…” Quinn looked down the hallway, then
back quickly. “I thought that maybe we did have things to talk
about. Like you said.”
“How do you- did I tell you where I was staying?” Dallas
was sure she hadn’t.
“No. I’m a grade A stalker I guess.”
Quinn always had been resourceful.
“Jim,” Dallas said, putting it together. “I did mention
where I was going to be staying in case he needed to contact
