Dylan replayed the scene in his head. He clearly remembered the woman taking his name authoritatively as if she knew him very well. But because of the effect of the alcohol, he couldn't see her face.
Then, Erica's involvement struck him like a cold slap. "Why did Erica leave me in that hotel? Didn't she say she'd take me home?"
A surge of anger bubbled within him as he reflected on her actions.
It was a deliberate act. Erica had taken him to that hotel, knowing exactly what would happen. She had orchestrated the entire situation, sending that woman to him.
"What is she planning this time?" he muttered, his fingers balled against the glass wall. The thought of being manipulated filled him with frustration. He needed answers, and he needed them fast.
But then he realized he didn't know the name of the hotel. "What was the name?" He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to summon the blurry details of the night. A vague memory teased the edges of his thoughts.
