Janey refused to let herself clear her throat until she’d towed her suitcase upstairs and into the bedroom Drew had detailed. First door on the left. Once behind it, she pressed her back into the wood and exhaled.
It hadn’t even been forty-eight hours since she’d seen Adam, and still the sight of him had rendered her weak. Breathless.
“Brainless,” she muttered. “Pull yourself together.” She didn’t want to distract from Gretchen’s planning weekend. The woman had sent a five-page itinerary, for crying out loud. Adam’s parents were here, and her son, and she couldn’t go freezing and staring like that again.
She left her suitcase by the dresser and went into the bathroom. Staring at her reflection, she found a flush in her cheeks. A flush! Maybe she could pass it off as excitement to be at
