Chapter Four
Alex
Delilah stood beside me in the elevator. Her green eyes were dark, and her cheeks slightly flushed. Seeing that the distress had faded from her gaze gave me relief. Although I couldn’t say I knew her well even though the feel of her mouth was permanently burned into my brain, I sensed she was not a woman who accepted help easily. Even when our paths had crossed all those years ago, she had exuded a sense of fierce independence.
I hadn’t offered to share my room merely to grab the chance I never got the last time we met. Yet I was wondering if that wasn’t such a bad idea.
Delilah stared at me, her tongue darting out and moistening her lower lip. I took in the delicate arch of her brows, the clean lines of her face, and the determined set of her jaw. My eyes dropped dow
