“Oh! Sorry,” Mirabelle apologized just as a pair of strong hands grabbed her shoulders to steady her. The hold was firm, and Mirabelle immediately knew the hands belonged to a man even before she looked up to see who she had nearly collided with.
“No. Please. I’m the one who needs to apologize,” a deep masculine voice said above her, confirming her suspicion.
Mirabelle looked up slowly, feeling a little embarrassed. Lucky for her, though, the hotel lobby was practically empty at that time of the night, even though it was only nine o’clock.
Even Morris wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Mirabelle assumed he was already at the bar getting a glass of something strong, otherwise he would have been at her side like a bulldog.
Mirabelle had to admit that her friend was taking his duties as her pe
