Monday
Tara slept better than she had in a long time and woke up early even though there was nothing official planned until after lunch. There were a few text messages on her phone from her dad.
“Missed you after the ceremony. Guess you went to bed early. Do you want to do breakfast or lunch tomorrow?”
She’d already explained her absence when she’d bumped into him at the door last night so she replied to the second half instead. “Lunch. Going to take a relaxing morning to myself.” She got dressed and made her way through the silent halls back to Remy’s room.
He answered the knock at his door in the bathrobe provided by the resort and a pair of sweat pants. Tara greeted him with a quick kiss and slipped inside with a glance over her shoulder. “Good morning,” he said, shutting the door.
