CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and THIRTY-TWO
Without another word, the uniformed officer left the suite. Unsure of what to do, Ava stared at the suite door. She hadn’t planned on spending this hour with Seth. She’d planned on drinking champagne and having a bite to eat with her parents. Now, for whatever reason, she was exactly where her mother warned her not to be – in Seth’s suite after he’d played his new piece.
Would he be totally out of it?
She heard this weird buzzing in her ears. Her eyes riveted on the door. There was a knock on the door. Her policewoman rolled in room service with dinner for two. Ava signed the receipt and the policewoman left. Ava was pretty sure she’d said something, but when the policewoman left she dropped back down in the chair.
Her ears continued to buzz and her eyes continued to stare.
She wasn’t sure how long before Seth arrived – ten minutes, maybe two days. He stepped into the room and dropped to his knees in front of her. Without saying a word he held out his hands.
In his arms, she began to cry.
Denver Cereal continues on Monday…