“Quinn!” I shouted down the hall forgetting the late hour. So then I lowered my voice to a loud whisper. “Quinn, come here quickly.”
He bolted down the hall to the window where I stood. By the time he reached me the men had disappeared from my view.
“What is it?” Quinn said.
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him quickly behind me to my hotel room door.
“Tell me what is happening, Cathie.”
A heavy breath of worry escaped my lips before my words. “Dean’s men are here.” I fumbled for my room card-key. “I saw them in the foyer. Do you think they followed us? You should hide.” My rapid-fire responses came out with a fury. My card would not register and my frustration grew.
Quinn’s hand covered mine to stop my frenzy and then he slowly slid the card out from my fingers. Deftly he swiped the card and opened the door.
His slow movements were irritating me as I wanted to hide him quickly before the men saw him. As I shoved on past him into the room, he grabbed my upper arm swinging me to a halt in front of him.
“Cathie, you need to stop this. I do not need a saviour.”
His words felt like a firm brick wall slammed into my face. “Don’t say that! Everyone needs a Saviour!” I forced myself to calm down before I continued. “Besides I am not your Saviour; I am your friend.”
Our eyes met and held each other for too long considering our newest dilemma. However I was entranced. There was love in his eyes; a glimmer of something like love anyway. I couldn’t resist drinking it in. The hint of gold in his topaz eyes seemed to dance and sparkle with hopeful yearning. There was nowhere else I wanted to be at that moment. That is until the ding of the elevator startled both of us.
Using my foot to close the hotel door behind us, I whispered for him to go hide in the bathroom. He resisted me until the thump on the hotel door forced him into action. As Quinn hurried off to the hotel bathroom I stole a moment to pray for God’s help. As I closed my eyes a picture of Dean’s guys standing in the bathroom of my hotel waving a gun around filled my head. Within the next second I found myself opening the bathroom door.
Quinn stood open-mouthed looking at me. “What?” He asked as the look of surprise washed over his white face.
I whispered loudly to him, “They are going to come in here.” Pulling back the shower curtain with force, I motioned for him to get in. When the idea finally registered he shook his head in protest.
“Non, non. I will not put you in jeopardy to save my own skin.” Quinn stepped towards the bathroom door.
I grabbed his arm just as the thump of the hotel room door being forced open reached us.
“Get in!” I said.
He finally followed my direction and I crawled in after him. Quickly I snapped the curtain closed around us. I gave him a second’s notice before I pulled the water tap on to full and released the shower spray.
In order to play the scene well, I pulled my left arm through the neckline of my shirt. Quinn couldn’t stay quiet any longer. He grabbed for my last arm as I tried to pull it through. “What are you doing?” His voice was raised above a whisper to be heard over the pounding water of the shower.
“They are coming in here so I need to give you cover. Don’t worry I am not fully undressing.” I pushed my arm all the way through finally. “Stand completely behind me.” I turned to see his confused face. “And no matter what they do or say, don’t let them know you are here.”
Quinn whirled me around to be face to face with him again. The shower head had water tumbling down onto both of our shoulders which made errant drops of water bounce in every conceivable direction. Through the crazy spray of water I saw determination building in his eyes. His head shook from side to side with the tiniest of movements.
“I cannot let you put yourself in harm’s way for me. It is not right.” His voice sounded broken and I longed to heal it; to refresh him with my love.
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