BRITA MULDANE ENTERED the scary, old hotel with wide eyes and tight lips. She was sensitive to the fact that Percy or one of his brothers might be skulking about to catch her grinning like a school kid.
That would be bad.
She had a rep to protect. And the last thing she wanted was for the Honeybuns to know she was secretly delighted to be there. It had been all she could do to refuse the invitation the first time. Percy’s lukewarm contribution to the pleas for her presence were all that kept her from saying yes.
She couldn’t help feeling hurt and depressed by his ongoing coldness. And, although she’d been keeping him at arm’s length for months, she’d gotten used to him pursuing her. Despite their problems, Brita had always entertained the tiniest hope that someday they’d find a way past
