Hal was distracted by a group of men in army uniforms walking by. Behind them were three long-haired, long-bearded skinny older men in thick glasses arguing energetically in a mathematical language beyond Hal's comprehension. Directly behind them were four women in business suits chatting and laughing.
Hal looked back at Sam in puzzlement. "What is this convention about?"
They pulled their luggage to the reception desk, and Hal waded through the crowd to check in while Sam waited with the bags.
When he returned, she saw he was upset. "What's wrong?"
"The room I booked has one King bed. They're fully booked, as are most of the hotels in Vegas."
Sam moved to stand before him and leaned against his chest with her hands on his shoulders. She looked into his eyes with hope in hers. "I woul
