20
Sienna
When I wake up the next morning, the first thing I do is walk across to the other bedroom and knock on the door. When there's no answer I slide the door open, peer in.
Empty.
The bed ruthlessly made, suitcase neatly placed on the platform provided for it near the cupboard.
A pair of shoes next to the chair by the window.
I'd got what I wanted. Jace had moved to another bedroom.
But after last night, when I'd bared my soul to him, and then exploded in his arms...it feels like it's already too late. He already knows me better than anyone else.
Turning, I walk to the kitchen, grabbing a cup of coffee from the percolator. In a few minutes, I'm dressed in my running clothes and heading out.
By the time I clear the grounds and run into the open fields behind the hotel, the sun
