Smoothing down my bodice, I stepped around the corner. Letting out the breath I held in my chest in a long, thin stream, I tugged my suitcase along behind me, chin tilted up in defiance.
I wouldn’t hide what I’d done. Let Gideon see what he’d pushed me towards.
My heels clicked on the smooth hardwood floor that Eloise had installed during her renovations in a way that made me feel oddly powerful. Is this how Eloise felt whenever she commanded the attention of a room?
Byron was the first to see me coming. His dark eyes widened and I swore that I spotted a small smile tug at his mouth, only for it to be smoothed away when Gideon asked, “What—”
“You’re in my way,” I said flatly, propping a hip against my suitcase.
Gideon spun, relief written plainly on his face. His voice was hard,
