A few hours later, the door opened. Stacia jumped up off the bed where she had been waiting and turned to face the door.
Pace stepped into the hotel room and stopped dead in his tracks. “Stacia?”
“Hey,” she whispered. “Surprise.”
“What are you doing here? How did you get in?”
Stacia bit her lip and shrugged. “Bryna.”
“You’re in my hotel room,” he said, closing the door behind himself.
Stacia nodded. She had decided at the last minute to fly into Chicago for the draft. Bryna had snuck her into the hotel room after everyone else had left for the drafting room. And Stacia had waited out his return.
“Why are you in my hotel room?”
“Because I wanted to see you.”
“I was texting you,” he said. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his dress shirt. “I told you I was coming to Ve
