“You don’t mind?” Aden asked. They were riding the Hotel Teatro elevator down to the lobby. “No, I’ll get the car,” Sandy said. “You have to be there by eight, right?” “Sorry about that,” he said. “I’m not,” Sandy said. “Last night was…” Unable to find the right word, Sandy sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “Totally worth today’s bullshit.” The elevator stopped at the Lobby. Taking her hand, they walked to the front desk. “I’ll be right there,” Aden said. Nodding, Sandy walked through the lobby. She gave their valet ticket to the doorman. Because Aden was on house arrest, he needed to check in and check out of every location. He would pay the bill and check out of this location. He was then given an hour of travel time. He had to get her home and get back to the Department of Corrections by eight. If he was late, even one minute, they could arrest him and he’d go back to prison. Neither Aden nor Sandy wanted to take that risk. Sandy gave him a little wave and stepped out onto the sidewalk.
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