The moment Alice’s fork clattered loudly against the plate, I almost laughed. Almost. The expression on her face was worth far more than amusement. Wide-eyed. Mortified. Distracted in the most obvious way possible.
And all because I walked out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. Interesting. A slow smirk pulled at my mouth as I leaned lazily against the bathroom doorway, watching her struggle to regain composure. Alice immediately bent to retrieve the fallen fork.
“I'll put on clothes,” I said finally, amusement thick in my voice. “You look seconds away from cardiac arrest.”
“I am perfectly fine,” she muttered too quickly.
That alone confirmed she wasn't. The moment I took a step toward my bag, Alice abruptly stood from the bed and walked straight toward the hotel room door. M
