Liam hung the bag containing his uniform in the closet and tossed his suitcase onto the bed. A quick riffle through it produced his shaving kit. He grabbed it and headed to the shower. Twenty minutes later he was clean, refreshed, and dressed. After making sure he had all he needed for a few hours of sight-seeing, he left his room and headed to the elevator.
He reminded himself not to be hurt and let down when he discovered Race was no longer in the lobby, or anywhere close by for that matter. The truth was, he was only going down to the lobby because he’d made a promise to return. Even if he had no one to return to, he wasn’t going back on his word.
The elevator door dinged and slid open. Liam took a big breath and stepped out with the other passengers.
Don’t be hurt. Don’t be disappoi
