Landon
Roman was waiting for me downstairs to help me move… well, not actually helping me move. My stuff had already been hauled out of storage and dropped off at the house. He was just there to make sure I got there too, like some kind of reluctant chauffeur-s***h-babysitter.
I took one more look at the hotel room that had accommodated me for weeks since I came back, and then with one more sigh, I walked out.
The elevator ride was uneventful, and my stop at the front desk in the lobby was as well. I dropped the key off to sign out of the hotel, then I walked away towards the exit.
Roman was leaning against the hood of his truck when I stepped out of the hotel, with a pair of Gucci sunglasses on, dressed in a white T-shirt, a pair of flannel jeans, and he had a sweater tied around his
