"Guess," Zane Jennings said with a smirk. He glanced around. There were three rooms: one opposite the entryway, and one on each side. He pointed to the room on the right. "This one?"
He guessed wrong.
The tension in Erin Lowell's expression eased. "Yeah."
He chuckled, his fingertip changing direction to point at the room on the left. "Oh, so it's this one."
Erin Lowell grew annoyed. She faked a yawn and started trying to get him to leave. "It's getting late. You should go."
He knew the yawn was fake, but he also knew she was truly tired. Zane Jennings stood up. "Get some rest."
"Mhm."
Before he could take a step, her phone rang from inside her coat. They exchanged a glance, and Erin Lowell walked to the entryway to take it out. The call was from Ian Sheffield.
She answered. "What is it?"
The sound of wind came from the other end; he must have been outside. "Such a night owl. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
