Only ten minutes in Portland and they were already having problems. It wasn’t the current situation that had her on edge. She was still unsettled from the choppy flight into the city, the lack of sleep, and the pain medication sitting in her empty stomach. Her wound still stung but she had it properly wrapped and hidden underneath a jacket. Though Moose Pass was barely a day past, it certainly seemed far away now. “I’ll need your identification with the credit card.” The hotel clerk across the wooden bar got her attention. For the second time in two days, she was trying to get another hotel room. This time, she wasn’t with Nate and she absolutely lacked the confident swagger he had. Worse, Mason had also picked one of the classier hotels in Seattle, located near the very edge of the city and immersed in a more rural, wooded area. To Avery, that meant only one thing: more scrutiny to her identity. She was waiting for the clerk to call her out on being under-aged. “This isn’t going to work.”
