CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Dinner wasn’t for another hour, but Madeleine didn’t want to wait to see Enrique. A nap and a bubble bath had helped her relax.
She couldn’t change how she’d responded to his kiss or the guilt for enjoying it so much, but beating herself up over it would solve nothing. All she could do was move forward, however clumsily. Or at least try, given it was something she’d struggled to do for five years.
Standing at his bedroom door, she knocked.
Silence greeted her.
Maybe he’d been delayed returning to the castle or had a conference call or wore earbuds, so he hadn’t heard her.
Madeleine knocked again. Wiggled her toes.
No answer.
She stepped to her left, leaned her back against the wall, and tilted her head to stare at the ceiling. Eyes closed, she sighed.
She wanted t
