Even though it didn’t hardly start before seven, by ten o’clock my work day was over. The sheets and the one towel Elijah had used were tumbling dry, the week’s one credit card receipt had been filed, and the phone had been forwarded to the corporate 800 reservation number. There may have been one single-minded lunatic on the highway, but there wouldn’t be another until at least tomorrow if the blowing snow outside the pool-area windows had anything to say about it. I had the whole place to myself for the foreseeable future, which meant I’d be spending the rest of Oklahoma’s Snow Day hot, wet, and naked. My uniform was piled near a plastic lounge chair, my hair was piled around a clip on top of my head, and I was just sinking into the roiling hot water up to my neck when I heard my name.
