Chapter Twenty-Four
Kelsey’s office was situated at the back of the lodge, facing the forest. He knocked on the doorjamb.
“Enter at your own risk,” she called, with the same bluntness he vaguely remembered from last night. “I had a late night.”
They stepped into the office. The casement windows were cranked open to let in the midday breeze, which danced in like a flower girl flinging rose petals. Ethan’s nostrils widened at the dizzying scent of peonies and roses and other floral fragrances he couldn’t identify.
“Sorry for the late night part,” Ethan said.
Kelsey rose from behind the desk, where she’d been frowning at a desktop computer. “Good morning, you two. How’d you find your suite?”
He bumped Jessica’s shoulder slightly as he answered, “Outstanding in every way.”
“Good, good.
