I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

stood up. He buttoned his linen jacket, cast one last, deeply irritated glance in my direction, and walked purposefully toward the grand hallway that led to the private bar. He didn’t want to be present for the messiness. The two blonde women remained seated, though they shifted uncomfortably, pulling their expensive handbags onto their laps, as if continue reading …