Beach-scene prints decorated the walls. The carpet was a faded royal blue. The room screamed “cheap,” but thankfully, when Darby stepped into the tiny bathroom to take a look, it was blessedly clean. Bright white subway tiles reflected the overhead light without a hint of mildew or grime. She stepped back into the main room. “Which room will you be in?” The corner of his mouth tilted up. “You thought I was staying in a separate room?” She folded her arms. “Yes, of course. It’s not like we’re...you know...courting.” “‘Courting’?” His grin widened. “Do people really say that in this century?” She narrowed her eyes at him. His smile faded, and in four long strides he was standing in front of her, his usual serious expression firmly in place. “I can’t protect you from another room. Like it or not, we’re stuck together until the bomber is caught.”
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