Elisa could picture the girl kicking butt in a martial arts class. A few people had entered, but the room seemed emptier somehow, without the girl and her dad. Not once.Įlisa looked around the waiting room. He’d done one nice thing after another, and she hadn’t thanked him. She’d completely misjudged the man at first. One step at a time.Īs she worked through her jumbled thoughts, realization washed over her in a wave of caffeine. Later, when her thought processes weren’t skipping around between what she ought to do and what might come through the door at any minute.
Better than other bruises that took months to heal. Anything fast to get an income going while she looked for a more stable position. But she’d try bookstores or maybe a nearby mall first. Even fast food restaurants had full-time positions if it came down to it. Now, she’d be glad to get an hourly job with some sort of benefits. Once upon a time, she’d had a steady salary in a corporate environment and an expense budget for travel. Hopefully, no one would come in looking for her. Splurging on a hotel room was ill-advised at best.Įven trying not to think of the worst-case scenario, her heart rate kicked up and she glanced at the entryway.
She shook her head and took a cautious sip of hot coffee. The thought of stretching out in a king-sized bed-hell, a queen-sized bed, even-tempted her to be reckless. It’d be cheaper and not as easy to find her. She could find an out-of-the-way rest stop and catch a little sleep before trying to find a job tomorrow morning. Just as easy to sleep in her car if she could find a safe place to park, tucked away and secure. Everything she owned was stuffed into her car, not that there was much. If she decided to get a hotel room tonight.
She was too new to the area to recognize the address, but if she could get a hotel room with Wi-Fi, she could map it pretty easily.Įxhaustion rolled over her in a wave.
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