Chapter 28 Moments Together

• Two days later, Thalia paced the carpeted floor in the hotel room, biting her bottom lip and forcing herself not to panic. Eight hours had passed since Franco's last call and she was really worried.
• "Why didn't he call again?" She said to Dean.
• Dean was lying in the center of the bed with his arms propped behind his head, wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants. His bare chest gleamed beneath the dim ceiling lamp, but not even his deliciously tight six-pack abs could ease her distress.