CHAPTER 20 - REED
HOT. I WAS hot, and man did that feel good.
Yawning, I stretched my arms above my head and my feet out as far as they would go, then realised there was something wrong with this picture. Why hadn’t I hit my car doors at either end?
I was in a bed. An enormous bed. What the…?
White satin sheets, chiffon drapes at the windows, a bottle of champagne sitting warm in an ice bucket… The honeymoon suite. I was in the f*****g honeymoon suite, lying next to a female ghost with a penchant for gossiping, if Kim was to be believed.
Snippets of last night’s conversation filtered back to me. Emma’s disappearance, my fake birthday, the blond ghoul. Wyatt Banks.
I’d been about to drive back to Bethesda, so how the hell did I end up sleeping for—I glanced at my watch—for eleven hour
