The hotel was quiet and understated. Warm wood, soft light, no flashy logos. Discretion with a price tag.
Caroline followed Thorne to the front desk, bag strap tight in her hand.
"This doesn't look like you," she joked.
Thorne glanced at her. "Because it isn't loud?"
"I mean, yes. You could have the whole building." She laughed.
"I don't want my name on a front door," Thorne said, turning to the receptionist. "Two rooms. Under the reservation."
The attendant's smile snapped into place. "Of course, Mr. Kingsley." He typed quickly. "Two keys."
Caroline's shoulders eased before she could stop it.
Thorne noticed. He didn't comment. He just took the key sleeves and turned toward the elevators.
Thorne pressed their floor. "Dinner in an hour? Unless you'd rather eat alone. That's fine to
