Chapter 259: Someone’s Watching Us
(TYLER)
I can tell right away when we get to the hotel that there’s something wrong. I mean, it wouldn’t take a genius. Sasha shepherds me into the tiny, deserted reception area with his arm tight around me, eyes darting everywhere.
"What is it?" I pant as he pulls me up the stairs to our room, double-time. We get inside, and he locks the door, then hustles me into the bathroom. When I look out the door to see what the fuck he’s doing, he’s leaning up against the wall next to the window, peeking down at the street through the curtain. He switches sides to look up the other side of the street, and then I see him looking carefully at the buildings opposite us.
"What the hell is going on?" I ask.
He holds up a hand without even looking at me, a please be quiet hand—there fucking better be a "please" in there, anyway—and I sigh loudly until he’s finished being paranoid and leaves the curtain.
Only he hasn’t finished being paranoid, not yet.
"We need to leave." He pulls over my suitcase, brushes past me into the bathroom, and gathers up all my hair product in one big sweep.
"Whoa, there," I squeak, and follow him out to the main room, where he dumps my stuff into the case. I put a hand on his arm and make him look at me. "What’s going on? Nope—" I sidestep in front of him as he tries to move past. "You need to tell me first. Then I’ll help you pack.
For a second he glares at me, all heavy Sasha-brows and laser eyes. Then: "There is someone following us," he says between almost-gritted teeth. "So we need to get out of here, then lose the tail."
"Screw that. Let me at him. I’ll murder that asshole myself." "That’s not funny."
"You think I’m kidding? No one is going to fuck up my third honeymoon!