Chapter Nine
Jocelyn sat in the tiny room of the German hotel on orders from Ian not to go anywhere.
“Don’t you budge an inch, darling. As soon as I’m back from my appointment there’s this beer hall we really should experience.”
As lazy a day as it was, heat climbing in through the windows along with the smells of the city, Jocelyn hardly wanted to move. The bed cozied in around her limbs, providing the comfort of a nurturing cocoon. At least for the moment she’d follow his orders, forgetting about Ian’s overbearing attitude, that might have made her rest uneasy if she’d considered his paranoia over her safety. At least he said it was a safety matter – ‘a woman alone didn’t belong traipsing the streets of a foreign city,’ he’d said. In her gut she knew it was more than that motivating
