"Oh. My. God." Emily's hand flew to her chest, mouthing the words. Her eyes were as big as saucers, her head foggy from what transpired inside the hotel room.
"Wait a minute," Olivia held a finger up, bumping into Emily as she stormed inside the bedroom.
"Say cheese, dickhead!"
Wyatt squinted when a flash hit his eyes, blinding him. He was seething in rage that it felt as if he could break the wooden poles in half.
When she saw veins pop on Wyatt's forehead, Olivia sprinted out of the room, locking the door behind her.
"Shit!" Emily cursed. "Who has the key card?"
Olivia's hand flew to her mouth. "Fudge. I think I dropped it inside. Why?"
"There's no housekeeping door tag..." Emily pointed at the doorknob.
Three pairs of eyes darted from one pair to another until the hallway was filled with thigh-slapping laughter.
