Zara stood in the doorway of Bedroom Number Three, deciding it was the best one. It sat way down at the end of the hall, past the other two rooms. It had its own attached bathroom, and it had a set of double doors directly ahead where the evening sunlight still shone through.
She groaned as she stepped across the threshold, her overnight bag holding hardly anything but weighing so much on her shoulder. Probably because she’d been carrying it for the past twenty minutes as she figured “stuff” out with Noah.
“You must be insane,” she muttered to herself as she closed the door behind her. The knob had a lock, which she pressed, and then she could truly relax. Not that she thought Noah would come barging into her bedroom. For some reason, she got the vibe that he’d stay up on the second floo
