The change in expression was so fast, anyone else would have missed it, but Linnie caught the nanosecond of pure panic in her sister’s eyes. “Ty and Tai,” Amy echoed. “You don’t say.” “I know, crazy, right? Obviously we were meant to be.” Tai craned her neck to give her husband a quick buss on the cheek, then said, “Hope we’ll see you gals around. What room are you staying in, anyway? Maybe we’re neighbors.” “We’re in a suite up in the South Tower.” Amy glanced down at the digits scrawled on the paper jacket for her key card. “Room two-six-two-eight. Ow!” She yelped as Linnie threw a swift elbow jab to her rib cage. “Lovely to meet you both. We have to go.” Linnie strode across the lobby and onto the elevator without a backward glance. “What the hell is wrong with you? You are so rude.” Amy caught the elevator doors just as they were closing and forced them back open. She rubbed her side and winced. “Ow. I think you broke my clavicle.” “Your clavicle’s your collarbone,”
