She sat up gingerly and looked around. It was clearly a hotel but not the one in Midtown where Hayes had a room. Damn sure not in Rock, either. The bed was huge and decadent with pillows, a black duvet and red sheets that must have had an insanely high thread count. Heavy curtains blocked the view, giving her no idea of the time. Sumptuous furnishings in the same black-and-red color scheme as the bed were arranged in a seating area, the back of a sofa facing the bed. An accent table held a crystal vase overflowing with red roses in bloom. A suitcase was dumped on the floor in front of a closet, clothes spilling out. The bathroom door was ajar to allow a few inches of light to spill out. Soft snoring came from the sofa. Unbidden, her mouth worked itself into a smile. When she thought of how much Hayes had just given up for her, the smile faded. She sank back into the bed and pulled the covers over her head. They had a metric ton of issues to deal with, but surely it wouldn’t hurt to sleep a little while longer.
