"Why are your cheeks flushed?" Sage finally asked, his gaze settling on Katelyn.
"Because it's hot in here," she muttered. "Can't you just turn on the AC?"
"The engine is broken. So, no, I can't. And if I roll down the windows, we'll be soaked in seconds. Just bear it for a few more minutes. They're on their way."
He reached into the glove compartment, pulled out a water bottle, twisted the cap open, and held it to her. "Drink."
Katelyn hesitated before taking it, sipping quietly. She screwed the cap back on and let the bottle rest in her lap.
Sage tilted his head, his sharp eyes studying her face. "Do you have something you want to say?"
"No," she replied quickly, lowering her gaze.
Twenty minutes passed by, yet no vehicle from the hotel appeared. Sage tugged at the knot of his tie with growing impatience, finally yanking it loose and popping open the top two buttons of his shirt.
"What's wrong with their damn phone?" he muttered under his breath.
