It didn't seem to work.
She continued to stare ahead.
At their floor, Jenni briskly walked out of the elevator and out of his reach. With a sigh, Juan followed, his tired, battered fingers searching for their key in his pocket. She stood impatiently at the door as he unlocked it. Unlike other times, when she was flirting and anxious to get him alone, she avoided looking at him and was silent. He had a feeling her lack of patience had nothing to do with sex, but something unpleasant.
When they entered the small suite, Juan quickly looked around for the kid. A closed door with music loudly thumping behind it, let Juan know where Jason was hanging out. The dog was probably in there, too. The kid and the dog were pretty much inseparable.
“I'm going to bed,” Jenni stated.
“You don't want to talk about whatever it is that is making you like this?” He already knew the answer, but he had to ask.
“No. ”
“Why not?” He couldn't help himself. He wanted to know what was wrong.
“It's not important. ”
“If it wasn't important you shouldn't be flipping out. ”
“I'm just tired. ”
“You're lying. ”
“Fuck you!”
“Whoa! Where did that come from?”
“I told you it's not important!” Jenni's dark eyes were full of indignation.
“Then why are you acting loca, Loca? Juan felt his temper rising.
He loved her madly, but she was getting on his last nerve.
“Maybe because I am! You knew that when we go together!”
Hands on her hips, her jaw set in a defiant line, she seemed to dare him to push the topic further.
He hated himself, but he couldn't help it. “Something happened out there. I have a right to know what is going on in that loca head of yours. I love you. ”
She stared at him for a few beatings of his worried heart, then simply walked out the door.
“Hey! Hey! Hey!”
He rushed after her, but the door slammed firmly behind her.
Flinging the door open, he looked out to see her getting back onto the elevator. His anger told him to follow her, confront her and make her tell him what was going on, but his love for her told him to not be a selfish bastard. Struggling to rein in his emotions, he stepped back into the suite they shared.
Taking off his cowboy hat, he ran his hand over his long curls.
Loca was nuts, but she wasn't stupid. She wouldn't rush off and do anything stupid; well, stupid as in going zombie hunting alone or anything like that.
Arching an eyebrow, he suddenly knew exactly where she was going. Snatching up the phone on the table beside the door, he dialed Katie's room. It took a few rings before she answered.
“Hello?”
“Katie, Loca just blew out of here. ”
“What do you mean?”