Silence reigned in the hotel room when I woke up, even though the clock on the nightstand told me it was only a few minutes after six.
I rolled over, blearily blinking into the dimness of the room. No Drew.
Tossing the blankets back, I sat bolt upright on the edge of the bed, heart pounding. No laptop, either, and Drew's shoes were gone. I ran for the window, twitching the curtain back.
The SUV was still parked in front of our door.
I slumped against the window frame, relief nearly taking me out at the knees.
Drew hadn't left me here. Granted, he'd gone off somewhere with his laptop, and probably before dawn, but the laptop thing meant he wasn't shifting to run and going all feral again, and weird didn't equal abandonment.
Either way, I wouldn't be going back to sleep—not after the jolt of adrenaline, not to mention how freaking unsettled I felt about the night before.
