Chapter 40
RAIN
Iwas headed down the hall from my hotel room, planning on using the hotel gym for once, when the elevator doors opened and Tyler stepped out.
I stopped in my tracks as he headed my way.
Backtracking, I tried to return to my room, but the door had already swished shut behind me. Panic flared as I grabbed the door handle, leaning into the door, but it had locked, and my key card was in my bag. The end result: my forehead hit the door.
“Ouch.” I rubbed my head.
Tyler chuckled behind me, dark and ominous.
I gave him a side eye.
He folded his arms over that leanly muscled chest of his. “Did you forget something? It looked as if you were leaving your room. Could there be a reason you’d suddenly try to go back in?”
I scowled. “What are you doing here?”
He dropped his grin. “My sister’s avoiding me, and I just got a concerning call from a buddy of mine. I need to find her.” He nodded toward me. “You’re local. Thought you might help me look for her.”
“My apartment is in Kansas City. I’m here for work.”
He frowned. “Wait. What?”
I didn’t want to have a conversation about me. “What’s going on with your sister?”
He walled up right away. My tactic worked. “I just gotta find her, check on her.” He turned and motioned for me to follow. “Come on. She knows my truck, so you’re driving. You got a rental car, right?”
I didn’t move, just watched as he went to the elevator. When he noticed I wasn’t following, he gestured impatiently. “Let’s go. What are you waiting for?”
Such a dickbag.
I didn’t need to do this. But if something was wrong with his sister…
How much help could I be anyway?
“Rain.” Tyler stopped at the elevator.
Fuck.
Fine.
I was going to regret this.
“Hold on.” I pulled out my keycard and went back into my room.
Stuffing my phone in my purse, I tossed my headphones on the table and grabbed a hoodie from the chair.
Minnesota was having an abnormally warm November, but it was still chilly at night.
I exchanged my shorts for leggings and found my car keys.
When I returned, Tyler was waiting in the same spot, except with his back against the wall.
I faltered for a moment. Jesus, he was hot.
He wore a black Grays hoodie and black joggers.
No one who played hockey should look like he did.
It wasn’t fair. Then he turned those cold eyes on me, and I remembered that even if we fucked again, he hated me.
He’d always hate me, just on principle, which I was loathe to admit I understood, but I did.
The hatred was deserved.
I shut the door and headed down the hall as he pushed the button for the elevator.
“Where do you want to start?” I asked.
He grimaced. “She won’t be at her place, but we’ll start there.”
Awesome.