upset.
Roark stopped his swearing and let out a frustrated sigh. “No, it wouldn’t do any good. He’s probably jumping around from place to place so we can’t get a fix on him. Let’s go.”
Her heart warmed that he’d include her in his quest, kind of like they were partners. When he took her hand, she had a sudden realization she would probably follow him anywhere. Even into the depths of hell.
At first, Kayley thought Roark was going to take her home. They had headed back to the truck, but he’d never asked her where she lived. She knew it was probably for the best if she could convince him to let her go. If she stayed with him much longer, her heart really would be broken. Plus, she was feeling the effects of the whirlwind in the forest and longed for a hot shower. “Roark.”
He glanced at her and she saw he hadn’t fared much better in their encounter. Pine needles and pieces of dried leaves clung to the long strands of his hair. She lifted a hand and ran it over the top of hers, wincing as the movement pulled on the bruised skin of her back.
“Are you hurt?” he asked.
“No, not really. Just dirty and sore. You can take me home now.”
“Not yet.”
Kayley didn’t know if she was happy or sad. “Why not?”
He didn’t answer. She realized they had driven out of town as he slowed the truck and took an exit advertising gas, food, and lodging. In minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of a popular hotel chain. He came around to her side of the truck and helped her from the cab. His manners had improved, or else he was worried about her. The thought made her heart flutter.
The lot was full and he’d parked on the side, away from the main entrance. She didn’t think the lack of available parking had been his reason for doing that, however.
She stood beside him as he gazed at the three-story building. She had no idea what he was doing. Puzzled, she pointed over her shoulder to the front of the hotel with her thumb. “The office is over there.”
He continued to stare at the building.
“Aren’t we going to check in?” Her insides clenched at the thought of sharing a hotel room with the man.
“No. Come on.” He looked down at her. “Can you walk?”
Kayley nodded.
As they approached the outside door, he muttered a few words and she saw the green light flicker on the card reader and heard the click as the door unlocked. Her eyebrow rose in question. “How did you do that?”
“Just a little trick I picked up.” He opened the door and she walked through it, tripping on the mat in front of it. Before she could make a fool of herself and land on her ass, he had his signature tight grip on her arm.
“This way.” He walked down the hallway until he came to the end. Letting her go, he muttered again and the same thing happened with this lock.
“What are you doing? Someone might be in there.” She grabbed his arm this time.
“Stay here.” He shook off her hold and pushed open the door.
She stood there for a moment then stepped in after him, closing the door softly behind her just in case anyone was listening or watching.
The hotel room wasn’t bad. It held a king-sized bed, a small table with two chairs and a television. The room had a stale smell to it even though the air unit was on. Roark sighed, relishing the feel of the cool air. He strode across the room and turned it up full blast. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the witch hadn’t obeyed him and stayed in the hallway. He should have expected it.
Out of habit, he opened the bathroom door and closet door to make sure no ghosts or poltergeists were hiding. Demons attracted supernatural beings when they came out of the pit. Looking for them was just a stalling tactic. He knew he was doing everything he could to put off the next moment. “Take of your shirt.”
The witch’s eyes grew big and round, much like they had in the forest when she'd tried to manipulate him. He’d been around more than enough women to
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