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The hotel situation was fresh in my mind through our meeting with the Kings. We hadn’t reconciled what to do about the one king bed in the room. We’d had enough time to throw our stuff upstairs, change, and head over to meet Malcolm King. Neither of us had even glanced at the bed. And now, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
It didn’t help that Whitt had barely looked at me since. What was he thinking about all of it? Not that we’d had time to talk about it while we were surveying the different locations. I gave my opinion on the different acreage based on my experience in real estate as well as living in Midland. We drove behind Malcolm King’s pickup truck to the different sites. I wasn’t sure if he had noticed anything strange between me and Whitt, but everything I knew about him
