Chapter 13 - Margot
“Rhett?”
I jerked awake in the bed as his name flew from my lips. I looked around the room and ran my hands across the covers next to me. He was gone. The room and the bed were both empty. I didn’t panic. It was no different from any other time I’d woken up to find myself alone in a hotel room or some dude’s bedroom from the night before.
The strange part was what I had seen that night, leading into the morning, had actually started to convince me Rhett was one of the good guys. Apparently, no matter how good he was, he was still just a guy. No better than any of the rest.
I thought I’d heard him come back a few minutes after the police had taken him downstairs, but I couldn’t remember too clearly.
I looked at the window facing out of the room. “Good, it’s still da
