Chapter 9
Another lost game! She was on, what, a seven-round losing streak? Goddamn solitaire had it in for her. A seven-time loser with a fat lip. Could her luck get any worse?
Just as Hannah lifted the computer from her lap, somebody knocked at the door. For a split second, she thought it must be Nathaniel trying to get her attention from inside the bathroom, but why would he do that? Anyway, the knock came from the hotel door.
Someone was at the door, and she knew who it must be.
“For Christ’s sake, Nathaniel!” What was taking him so long in the shower? “Honey, get out here.”
Another knock.
Shit.
Must be him. Had to be him.
Their hooker had arrived and her husband was still in the goddamn bathroom.
Hannah slid off the bed wearing nothing but black panties and a bustier
