Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
Cass keeps looking down, but she reaches out a hand to Lulu.
Lulu takes it, and lets Cass guide her inside.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
THE LAST TIME Lulu goes to The Hotel, it’s the middle of January. She wears the same boots she had on that first night, but everything else is different. It’s day, for one thing, an ordinary blue-and-white Saturday, and it rained yesterday, so the hillside she and Cass drive up is lush with new green and small, open flowers. Even the thick, pale skins of desert plants and cacti are washed clean and dustless. The gate stands open and ready for them.
The first time Lulu came to The Hotel, the only person who’d ever betrayed her was herself. And so she trusted everyone else.
Cass parks out in front, straight on in one of the spots, like she’s always been civilized here. Ryan comes out of the lobby to meet them. He looks bristly and wary and uncertain in a way that makes Lulu want to make sure she doesn’t look at him too long, in case she starts to hallucinate tenderness underneath it. She’s not here to imagine anything about Ryan. She’s just here to make sure Cass survives the reality of him.
There’s a moment just before they open the car doors. “You ready?” Lulu asks Cass.
Cass looks at her softly. “Yeah,” she says.
“You sure you don’t want me to come—”
“I’ve got this.”
Cass gets out of the car.
Lulu stays where she is. She looks down at the last moment, so she doesn’t have to see Cass and Ryan navigate greeting each other. So what if he took the option from her—she’s still decent enough to feel the instinct that he deserves privacy. She stares at her hands for long quiet minutes. The habit of not taking out her phone at The Hotel is so deeply ingrained.
When she looks up again, Cass and Ryan have their backs to her. They’re walking over to the pool. Lulu waits for them to disappear from view before she eases her door open and steps out of the car.
The front door of The Hotel is still unlocked. Of course it is. Ryan is so used to believing that he’s invulnerable.
The lobby is set up like an actual lobby now: a small lounge with couches and plush chairs, a coffee table, a bunch of art magazines; a front desk with flowers on it, though the space isn’t supposed to open for another handful of weeks. The elevator is probably working by now, but Lulu takes the stairs out of habit.