Ezra’s POV
The question left her lips so softly that for a moment I thought I had misheard it.
“Do you want to go…”
My gaze dropped to the card in my hand.
A room key.
For a brief second, the noise of the garden faded. The laughter, the distant music, the rustle of leaves in the night breeze all blurred into nothing. My chest tightened in a way I did not expect, sharp and sudden, like the air had been knocked out of me.
I don't think I should think this way, but it seems I have no better guess than this.
Was she inviting me?
Since when did she book a room? Why would she? When?
Too many thoughts collided at once, none of them sensible. None of them professional. None of them appropriate.
I forced myself to look at her.
“What?” I asked,as if afraid she didn't understand, I pressed
