“Didn’t you think it was strange, though? The fact that he knew?”
Considering it a moment, and putting his weight one leg, Andy frowned. My words were confirmed by a reluctant nod.
“And then he invited us to a run-down hotel. In the middle of a dead part of town. I’m pretty sure showing up on time is how you get murdered,” I continued, pushing some of my long, auburn hair behind my ear. I meant it as a joke but, in reality, I was a bit serious. Resting my hand on his arm, I caused him to finally look at me. “I wanted to check the place out before he got here. Just in case.”
Andy pressed his lips together, thinking again. He did that a lot. Where I acted, he analyzed. He was cautious, and though I would never admit it, sometimes I needed him to step in and give me the reasons why I shouldn’t do things. “He invited you to the run-down hotel, Emmy. Not me. You dragged me into this... because?”
“Because you’d rather be here with me while I do crazy stuff like this.” I pushed past him and toward a doorway on our right. Not far beyond it, I could see a staircase and a hallway. “If I told you later about doing this on my own, you’d be really mad at me.”
“I’m not so sure that I’m not-”
A door clapped shut somewhere off in the distance, right where we were heading. Andy’s hand was suddenly at my back, protective. Proving me right. I took in a deep breath, my heart racing- whether due to Andy’s hand or the noise, I wasn’t sure.
“Well, that answers that question,” I murmured.
I turned to see Andy’s pale face, filled with concern. “What question?” he dared to ask through shallow breaths. I tried to tell myself that I was the braver of the two of us, that I wasn’t scared.
Letting the corner of my lips raise into a smirk, I replied lightly, “the Hotel de Franc is definitely haunted.”