Jet lag had knocked him out, like a baby. He was even still wearing his clothes, stretched out on top of the covers, snoring away. She chewed on her bottom lip, debated whether or not to answer the incoming call, then grabbed the phone and tiptoed across the suite. She slowly opened the door, wincing at how loud it sounded. But when she glanced at the bed, Mike was still out cold. She slid out of the room and eased the door shut. It was an all out dash after that; she ran to the other end of the hall, answering the phone as she went. “Hello?” she panted, stopping when she got to a wall. “What the fuck is going on?” Tal demanded. She grimaced. He sounded pissed. “Nothing, I just snuck out of the room,” she whispered, pacing back and forth, staring at the door she'd just left. “You wouldn't have to sneak out if he wasn't there,” Tal snapped.
