The following afternoon, after several meetings with our potential new client, Logan and I returned to the hotel room. I had just under an hour to pack and move and then get ready for dinner with the new clients.
Logan was walking back and forth between the kitchen and the bedroom, looking over at me each time he passed by me on the couch. I zipped up my repacked suitcase on his last pass through, and he paused in front of me.
“So uh…meet you downstairs around 5?” He asked.
“Yeah, I will meet you down there.” I stood and pulled the handle of the suitcase up.
He muttered something that sounded like, “You don’t have to go.” But it was so quiet I couldn’t be sure.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said I’ll see you soon,” he gave me a half smile then retreated to his bedroom.
I headed down
