Chapter 10 Robin
I paused in my task, pencil hovering over the notepad as a momentary qualm struck me. Was it foolish to trust Mark? Was I being careless, going all Nancy Drew because of his boyish smile and telling myself he was a helpful Hardy boy? Taking a deep breath, I forced my doubts aside and squared my shoulders. It was difficult to decide what bothered me more—the idea the notepad would be empty when I shaded it, or that I was crazy letting a strange, albeit attractive, man stay in the hotel suite with me.
Either way, finding my dad was the only thing that mattered. Bending over the paper again, I was distracted by the faint smell of warm chocolate chip cookies with a hint of spice wafting toward me.
My heart rate picked up as Mark leaned over to watch me gently rub the pencil
