At my sister’s wedding, my parents demanded i hand…

just hit and what I can do about it.”

“Understood. See you in twenty-five.”

I hung up.

The hotel security guard approached. Mike, according to his name tag. Former cop, by the look of him.

“Miss McNab,” he said gently. “Multiple guests reported a disturbance. Physical altercation. Are you injured?”

I turned my face toward the light. The red mark was already continue reading …