BELLA GLANCED AT EDRIC. He was lounging against the wall with his long legs crossed at the ankles and his arms folded over his broad chest. His warm, gray eyes were alight with interest and his curly dark blond hair was tousled, as if he’d been running his long fingers through it. She felt something low in her body clench with need. Licking her lips, she glanced away, embarrassed by her body’s reaction to a man who probably wouldn’t look twice at her if they hadn’t been thrown together in the hotel. “It was actually a fluke. The woman who was staying in that room was a famous actress. She was taking a sabbatical from acting and actually spent several months in the room. She insisted that she wouldn’t move and she loved having a view of the cemetery. So the hotel manager during that time de
