Mark reentered the suite, slipping his phone into his pocket after ending the call with Matthew. The arrangements for his outing with Jessica had been finalized. Now, he just needed his wallet and key card—both of which he retrieved from the side table near the door.
A soft sound caught his attention—something just beyond the threshold. Brow furrowing, he opened the door and looked out into the corridor. Empty.
He waited a second longer, then shrugged it off. Probably just housekeeping or a guest passing by. Without another thought, he turned toward Jessica’s room.
He’d considered calling her first. Giving her a heads-up might’ve been polite, especially after how abruptly she’d fled following their kiss last night. But Mark knew his wife. Distance gave her time to think—and overthink. S
