Alexia Scott adjusted the thin spaghetti straps of her designer maxi dress before stepping out the door of her hotel room and clicking it shut. Once in the airless, dimly lit hallway, she leaned against the closed door and sighed. Even left behind on her bedside table, she could still hear the buzzing hum as call after call hit her BlackBerry. The vibrations set her teeth on edge, but she didn’t dig her keycard out of her clutch. If she went back inside to turn the phone off, her evening would be over before it began. Instead, Alexia took a deep breath and stepped away from the door. She forced her feet to carry her away from the phone that often seemed to take over her life with its never-ending demands. For once, the tension headache that had become her constant companion didn’t throb in her temples with every step. It hovered back as if giving her the chance to escape. Alexia took that chance just as she’d taken the tickets that had brought her here to Mexico.
