He’d wandered away, thank goodness. Both of her banks had been “unable” to authorize a transaction over five hundred dollars, so she’d had to split her section of the bill in half. It had been utterly humiliating. Then she saw him through a closed set of glass doors. He was heading toward her, moving through the crowd easily, a smile turning his angular face breathtakingly gorgeous. She wondered what he was so happy about. When the door opened, Monroe heard the roar of people talking loudly. Sports game, she imagined, though the bar was so upscale, she couldn’t imagine what sport the people at this hotel would be getting so excited about. But for all she knew, tonight was the World Series or something. Though she was pretty sure baseball season was over. “All set,” she said triumphantly as Koenraad came to a stop in front of her. As they stepped into the elevator and the doors closed, Monroe felt something wither inside her. She liked this man. She liked his ways and his humor and his seriousness.
