Ayla POV
I opened the door just enough to peek through.
Gunnar stood in the hallway with his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, looking somehow less polished than he had at dinner.
His tie was gone.
The top button of his shirt hung open.
For the first time that evening, he looked our age. "Hey," he said softly.
"Hey yourself."
His eyes flicked to my face. To my red eyes, probably. If he noticed I'd been crying, he had the decency not to mention it.
"I was thinking about taking a walk around the grounds." He shifted his weight. "Didn't know if you wanted to come."
A dozen reasons to say no flashed through my mind. I barely knew him. I was exhausted. Emotionally wrecked. And my first impression of Gunnar Hastings hadn't exactly been favorable. He carried himself like someo
