I sent Ronald a clipped reply. Busy. Working. Forgot the selfie.
I had not called him from Seattle. Not when I came back to the room. Not when I woke up. Always, my first instinct had been Ronald. This time, my body had not even thought of him.
I did not know what that meant. But the louder those men's voices grew in my head, the more pulling back from him felt like the only way to keep what we had safe.
I locked the phone and turned to the window. Sunlight skipped across the cloudscape.
By the time my shoulders unknotted, my eyes had wandered. Past the polished walnut, past the pale leather, until they landed, of course, on the only other person in the cabin.
Damian.
For two days he had kept his distance with surgical care. Doubled the visible security outside my suite. Summoned a t
