Nicholas watches everyone go their way after dinner. No one seems up for socializing tonight. He is fine with that. He’s still reeling from what happened at training.
John appears, drops his duffel bag at the door next to Nicholas’s, and signals he is ready.
Nicholas nods at him and heads for the stairs, knowing what he is about to say isn’t easy—at least not for him.
Eloise’s door is open. He peeks in and sees her sitting in front of the fireplace, the glow of the flame casting shadows on her face. Her hair is in a messy bun held up with a pen. A few pieces have come loose, and she looks sexy as she leans over to study a photo.
“Eloise,” he says quietly so as not to scare her.
She glances up and gives him a sultry smile.
“May I come in?”
“Sure.”
He walks in and notices papers and
