Chapter 15
All night Chelsea’s blue eyes haunted Alex’s dreams. He had no idea why she’d come to the hotel again and he’d waited up to see her, like she might come to his room, but it seemed he’d somehow missed her.
Now that it was morning, he rang the door to her family’s house and waited with two coffees and pastries he picked up at a cafe on his way.
Chelsea answered the door, her sleek blonde hair in a simple ponytail that she made elegant—pressed white pants, and her pink blouse matched her pink shoes. He handed her a cup of coffee. “Chelsea, you look beautiful.”
Her smile was brighter than the sun and she grabbed a pink sweater near the door as she said, “Thanks. You look awake and aware for a guy who was up late, drinking.”
The time at the bar had been about helping her, but if
