He brought me to a hotel.
A freaking hotel.
I turned to Theodore, eyes wide in disbelief. "Are you serious?"
He gave me a bored glance as he handed the keys to the valet. "What?"
"You—this—" I gestured wildly at the grand entrance of the five-star hotel, the kind with crystal chandeliers and gold accents that screamed money. "You brought me to a hotel?"
"You said you weren’t ready to see Noelle," he replied, completely unfazed. "So, I brought you somewhere else."
"And what exactly are we supposed to do here?" I shot him a suspicious look.
"Whatever you want."
I narrowed my eyes, suddenly wary. "That sounds ominous."
Theodore sighed dramatically, rubbing the back of his neck like I was exhausting him—which, to be fair, was mutual. "Delilah, it's just a hotel."
"Just a hotel?!" I p
