Tracy ran.
Not "walked fast," not "rushed"—she ran, like a woman fleeing a crime scene. Her heels clacked loudly in her hand with every step, her messy curls bouncing, her dress slipping down one shoulder as she sprinted through the hotel corridor.
Her heart hammered.
Oh God. Oh GOD. I slept with him. I actually slept with that pervert!
She shook her head so hard her earrings nearly flew off.
Up ahead, the hallway forked, and she skidded around the corner
Then froze so suddenly she almost fell backwards.
Merida was walking straight toward her.
Merida. Hunter's mother. The woman who could ruin her entire life with one raised eyebrow, especially if she will learn of what happened last night
"No no no no—" Tracy whispered in a panic.
Before Merida could lift her gaze, Tracy ducked back around the corner and took a sharp left, practically throwing herself into another hallway.
She could feel Merida's footsteps getting closer.
