CHAPTER TEN
It hadn't been difficult to find a hotel. She'd received a couple of strange glances from the desk clerk while checking in so early in the morning and requesting no room service. Now, though, laying on the queen-sized bed, her eyes closed, Dakota felt her thoughts drifting. A couple of the small bottles clinked together where they rolled at the foot of her bed.
The mini-fridge was already half empty.
At least she didn't have to share a room next to Marcus. He was shacked up on the floor above hers. A mercy. She didn't need to worry about him listening in on her own business. Besides, a few drinks here and there only helped things. It wasn't like she was hurting anyone.
She shifted again, holding back a burp that would taste of bourbon and nothing else. The bottles on her ni
