Chapter 6
The hotel room was pleasant in that clean, sterile fashion so typical of mid-grade chains, but John was too depleted to take much notice of the details. He sat heavily at the table next to the window while Corrine proceeded to start unpacking his suitcase.
“You don’t have to do that,” he said, though his words lacked the force to actually make her stop.
“It’s no big, Mr. P. It’ll just take me a minute.”
“You have your own bag to take care of.” She hadn’t even brought hers up yet. Though she had the room next to his, she’d taken them through the entire check-in process focusing on his needs, not her own.
“I’ll do it when I’m done here.” When she disappeared into the bathroom, her voice carried through the open door. “Do you want to take a nap before supper?”
He hadn’t though
