Chapter12
The lobby of the hotel had an old-world atmosphere. Bellhops might appear from behind the ornate pillars any moment and, if he ordered afternoon tea, the sandwiches might well come with the crusts removed. If a bottle of drink or slice of cake were to appear, Dean would sip and nibble until he adjusted his size. Hard to tell why, but he felt out of place, though Candice might offer a psychological explanation. He wasn’t the only tall man around though he might be the broadest. The notion of everyone staring at him likely stemmed from the cause of his visit, not his bulk. Although he had a good reason for stepping into a hotel in the middle of the afternoon, doing so was too similar to having an affair.
The sensation grew worse when he glanced around, searching for a woman who m
