“Some warning. You know, when someone sends a warning it should be clear. You should know who’s being warned, why they’re being warned and what they can expect if they don’t stop doing whatever it is the person sending the warning doesn’t want them to do. A racquetball through a window in a room two people share is not a warning. It’s bad aim.” “I’m kinda glad,” Kyle said with a smile. “Now we’ll be in here all nice and cozy. Just like I planned from the beginning.” He bit his lip before reaching for her waist and pulling her closer. Grace laid her hands against his chest. She leaned her head back and grinned. “I think I just came up with another suspect.” “Yeah, who?” “Ever play racquetball?” Kyle chuckled. “If I was going to do that, I would have done it last night.” “Well, I hate to burst your bubble, but we’ll be at the hotel soon.” “You’ve been saying that since yesterday.” He looked out the window. “And we’re still here. I think we should just dig in and relax in here until we arrive at the hotel.
