Chapter 8
Chelsea’s skin had goosebumps everywhere as Alex swiped the hotel room key. He opened the door and she rubbed her arms and walked inside. Alex followed and closed the door behind her. “This is the best room they had available.”
The room was clean, with white sheets with a blue trim and light cream walls that overlooked the French countryside. She yanked the curtains over the windows closed and then turned to face the man she wanted more than anyone else in her life. “I don’t care about the view, Alex.”
He tugged his simple light blue sweater off and his matching t-shirt molded to his muscular body, fit from all of the hard work he did in the field. His brown eyes seemed to seep into her soul as he asked, “Are you sure you want me, Chelsea?”
“Yes.” She lifted her royal blue ov
