Chapter Seven
By six-thirty the next morning, they’d dressed in their maintenance worker outfits, complete with heavy boots, hard hats, and clipboards, had eaten a quick breakfast, consumed enough coffee to get them rolling, and were on the road back to town. Jace could tell Shannon was worried about what would happen, and he was, too, but he still had to fight the grin that kept trying to worm its way onto his face. Last night had been a revelation. The s*x had confirmed what he’d already started to suspect about the woman. She was the one. He was still trying to figure out how that could work in his life.
“How do we find out what room he’s in?” Jace asked on the way. “They don’t give out that information so freely anymore.”
“Good question.” Shannon’s brow crinkled as she thought, then
