When she buckled, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Come on," he said, walking around the corner of the building and into the hotel.
The night clerk was obviously startled at the sight they made - wet, shoeless, and missing coats in the middle of February - but the hotel was somewhere between low and middling quality and it was the middle of the night. That combined with the fact that Shane had more than enough money to cover a room for the night meant they had one in under five minutes.
The stairs were out, so he guided her into the elevator and hit the button for the fourth floor. He looked down at her, checking her lips for blue tinting. He was already beginning to warm, since he'd spent much less time unprotected in the cold than she had.