Julia
One more step toward his suite and I changed my mind, quickly redirecting my destination. I'd enter Van's suite if and when he invited me. Van had opened his home to me. I wasn't going to snoop where I wasn't invited.
For some reason, as I passed the other door in the hallway to my suite, I twisted the handle. It didn't move. The door was locked. A locked door was not an invitation. When I stepped through the threshold to my suite, I found all the rooms exactly as I'd left them. My clothes from last night were still strewn on a chair in the sitting room. The large bed was unmade. The towel from my shower was hanging haphazardly from the towel bar.
It wasn't my lack of tidiness that made me smile but that Margaret respected my wishes—the boundary that I'd set. At least one person
