She shook him off, but Rye had delivered his message and he was already moving away. Panic struck, she fled to the bathroom though there was still no way out—not a window anywhere around. At least, there was a phone. Dialing the only number that promised any kind of rescue from her predicament, she heard Adam Cady’s voice on the other end.
“You’re where?” she just barely heard him over the din around her.
She answered.
“What the f**k …” he spit out and stopped the sentence. “You say Jacob’s on his way?”
“That’s what I understand.”
“Where is this place?”
She gave him quick directions then listened while the phone went dead.
Rye stood at the doorway between the lounges eyeing her every moment. Had Jacob really told his friends to look out for her? Or was this just a bit of bad l
