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THE next morning, Suro woke up late for only the second time that year. But this time, he wasn’t alone. When he rolled over, he found the woman who had been haunting his dreams for over three months, her pretty face covered in a curtain of long dreadlocks.
For a moment his heart lifted, thinking she had actually stayed on purpose. But then he remembered. She still hadn’t received her money. It had been the only thing that had brought her to his hotel room the night before and probably was the only thing keeping her there now.
As if to confirm his suspicions, she came awake with a start. “What? Where am I?”
She fully sat up in bed when she saw Suro. “Oh, no,” she said, covering herself up with the white sheet.
And though he had a reputation for maintaining his cool no matter what, Su
