RIZ WHEN I got back to the hotel, I saw a familiar face in the lobby. Justin. What could he possibly want from me? And how did he know where I was staying? “What are you doing here?” I asked him as I approached. “Picking up someone,” he answered like it was the most normal thing in the world. “I’m not going with you.” He frowned. “Did I say I was picking you up? I don’t remember saying your name.” Shame crawled all over my body. Saying I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole would be an understatement. He was right. He never said he was here for me or that he came to the hotel to see me. Embarrassed, I quickly walked away from him. That’s when I crossed paths with a beautiful, tall, tan woman. She looked hot. And I wasn’t wrong—she walked right up to Justin and greeted h

