Chapter Thirty-ThreeWHEN ACACIA AWOKE, the sun was in the sky, and Nicholas was gone.
Her stomach rolled. Their connection had deepened. She’d felt it, and she knew he’d felt it too. But perhaps he wasn’t willing or able to deal with it.
She took a few minutes to tell herself she’d be all right—that she could be brave and survive the trip back to Geneva. That she could pretend his tenderness and vulnerability hadn’t opened something in her that had always remained closed.
Even now she missed him, though she knew she shouldn’t. They’d barely begun and it was over.
She tidied herself and spent a few minutes packing so she would be ready to leave at a moment’s notice. She noticed with irritation that her breakfast tray hadn’t been delivered.
When she opened the door and stepped out on th
