"Oh, but which one?" Michael teased, before taking a sip of her coke. Of course her money was easily on Hayes there. The new guy was big, beefy, and pretty to boot - and that combination usually required stupidity. The universe just wasn't that giving.
"I feel safer already," she assured him, ignoring the part where it had been years since she'd felt unsafe in the hotel. And that was saying a lot, considering Michael had been assaulted a fair number of times. Or in more recent years, someone had tried. Michael had picked up the art of realizing when you were about to be punched in the face, and she'd learned to be a quick dodge. She was a fan of her nose, and not keen on the idea of leaving the hotel for plastic surgery to fix it.