Emily's perspective:
Donning nothing but my room's complimentary bathrobe, I ease down the staircase so I don't disturb anyone in the other rooms. We had a good dinner, but after the excitement of this evening—first Gabby, then Grant, and now Vin—I need a snack.
Tiptoeing, my anxious mind can't help but race.
I can smell Grant everywhere. This place is overrun with his scent. Every time I try to forget him, I get another breath of his masculinity.
With every step down the hall, his scent grows stronger, multiplying my longing for him.
I can't give into fate. I can't give into Grant's advances. Even if I do, it can only be enough to get what I need. Bram's an a**hole, but he read me right. Or, maybe not. Maybe I'm more complicated than even I know.
The staircase is well-lit, makin
