Kate's POV
Like everything Darius arranged, the helipad had been the most efficient possible route. The hotel where I was officially "on a business trip" sat directly beneath us. The elevator dropped us a dozen floors in silence.
The suite door clicked shut behind me, and I froze in the entryway.
This was not a room someone had just checked into.
This was a room that had been lived in by a woman for the past three days.
The cream cashmere shawl draped across the back of the armchair was the one that had been hanging in my closet for at least five years. I did not know how Darius had retrieved it, or how he had gotten it into this hotel ahead of me, but it was even folded the way I always folded it, fold for fold.
On the nightstand sat one of the books I was actually reading at hom
