“In the last half hour his brain had begun to go mushy. He was sick of hotel coffee, but if he wanted to get any more work done he would need another infusion of caffeine. He threw jeans on over his boxers, grabbed a sweater from his suitcase — still unpacked from his arrival three days before — and left his room. He hoped the Starbucks in the lobby was still open, even though they were a deregulated franchise and charged rip-off prices. Elizabeth was in the hall, banging like a madwoman... on a door a few rooms down from his. “Are you all right?” George touched her shoulder and she spun around quickly. “I’m fine,” Elizabeth said. “But Joe won’t be if I find him inside this room.” George looked at the number plate beside the door. “That’s Fiona’s room.” “Sorry if it hits home.” “Why do you think they’re together?”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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