Danielle pulled on Trey’s hand and brought them to a halt several steps outside Lorenzo’s penthouse door. She tried to calm her galloping heart rate with a couple of deep breaths, but it wasn’t working. It felt like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the building for a decent breath.
“Hey,” Trey said, turning around and capping her face in his hands. “Calm down,” he whispered.
“You know that never works when someone is already on the edge, right? Maybe I should just stay in your room. I don’t need to go in there with you.”
“I didn’t take you for a chicken,” Trey teased her and smiled for a beat before he sobered, took a deep breath, and then tilted her head so she was looking at him in the eyes and not watching the door as though it was the entrance to hell. “You are not hiding in my room fo
