The morning sunlight peeked through my hotel window, soft and lazy, coaxing me out of sleep. I blinked, squinting at the clock. It was early—too early for someone who had spent most of last night lying awake, thinking about Mr. Thorne. Not that I wanted to admit it, but ever since yesterday, he had been on my mind like some damn itch I couldn’t scratch.
I threw back the covers, groaning as I pulled myself out of bed. After a quick shower, I threw on jeans and a loose blouse, trying not to overthink it. Not that Mr. Thorne would care what I looked like; he probably barely noticed I existed beyond the fact I happen to be the girl he is currently in a contract marriage with.
Brushing a few stray hairs back, I took a deep breath, giving myself a final once-over in the mirror. “Okay,” I whis
