Herman Hawthorne hummed. "Well, you've held her anyway. She's in 208 right now. If you're a little late, she might run off. This is a good opportunity. I told her I wasn't going to make it and to wait for me at the hotel. She mentioned wanting to apologize to me."
"The hotel?" Quentin Grant repeated the word, then suddenly broke into a wicked grin. "You think she'd dare go?"
Herman Hawthorne gave a rare thumbs-up. "Spoken like a true general, even after so long off the battlefield. You've still got it. Quentin, this girl is quite a catch. I have to hand it to you. But... are you really just playing around with her?"
Quentin Grant smiled faintly. "You don't really think I'd fall in love with her, do you? Love... that's not a game I want to play a second time."
With that, he strode off toward the elevator.
*
Sharon Ainsworth's attention was fixed entirely on him, so when she saw him head upstairs, she made a snap decision and followed.
