“Sorry about the ants,” he said when she’d reached the last step. “Thanks. Me, too.” She stepped down to the floor. “I’m even sorrier that we’re missing a guest.” Molly stared incredulously. “She’s not up there?” “No. She’s gone, and there are ants in the Blue Room, too. I killed at least a dozen.” Molly’s parchment complexion seemed to pale even more. “I just booked that room.” “Then we’re going to have to un-book it.” “Hang on a minute,” Beau said, his brow creasing. As always, he wore jeans and boots. A gray sweatshirt showed beneath his open brown bomber jacket. “I don’t get this ant thing. I just repaired a wall in that room. If the ants had been there last week, I would’ve seen them.” Jenna answered wearily. “Apparently they’re just making their way up from the kitchen.
