Chapter 11
A knock sounded on the hotel room door, rousing Chelsea from sleep. She threw on a silk robe and signed for the delivery of Alex’s suit they’d ordered before their romantic interlude and nap.
As she closed the door and turned to the inside of the suite she realized that the sixteenth century paintings were originals. Cream walls, with gold trim. Heavy wood furniture. Used to luxury, she’d expected less extravagance while traveling with Alex. She hung the suit in the closet that was bigger than the small room they’d stayed at last night and mumbled to herself, “Too much.” Was he trying to prove something to her?
She swallowed and crossed her arms, unsure how she felt.
Alex must have heard her moving around because he called from the partially closed bathroom, “Did you call yo
