it that way.”
Her eyes rounded then filled with sympathy. The kind of pity Wynn abhorred and, he thought, Grace knew well.
“Wynn...I’m sorry.”
“It’s in the past.” Drawing himself up to his full height, he shrugged. “I’m happy for Cole. For Dex, too. But I’m steering clear of that kind of—” heartache? “—commitment.”
A bell pinged and the elevator doors opened. She stepped out, and then, with a look, let him know he could follow. She stopped outside a door midway down the corridor, flipped her key card over the sensor. When the light blinked on, she clicked open the door and, after an uncertain moment, faced him again. They were both damp from the rain. Drops still glistened in her hair.
“For what it’s worth,” she said, “I think your ex missed out.”
Then she stepped forward and craned up on her toes. When her lips brushed his cheek, time seemed to wind down. She lingered there. If she was going to step away, she wasn’t in too much of a hurry. She had to get up early. Had wanted to say good-night. But if he wasn’t mistaken, this was his cue.
His hands cupped her shoulders. As her face angled up, his head dropped down. When his mouth claimed hers, he held off a beat before winding one arm around her back. He felt more than heard the whimper in her throat. A heartbeat later, she relaxed and then melted.
As his tongue pushed past her lips, a thick molten stream coursed through his veins. The delicious surge...that visceral tug... And then her arms coiled around his neck and the connection started to sizzle.
He hadn’t planned on taking Grace to bed tonight. He knew she hadn’t planned this, either. But what could he say? Plans changed.
A muttering at his back seeped through the fog.
“For pity’s sake, get a room.”
Grace stiffened, and then pried herself away. Down the hall, a middle-aged couple were shaking their heads as they disappeared into a neighboring suite. Coming close again, Wynn slid a hand down her side.
Get a room.
“Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” he murmured against her brow.
When she didn’t respond, he drew back. A pulse was popping in her throat, but reason had returned to her eyes.
“Good night, Wynn.”
“What about Sydney?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Soon.” He handed over a business card with his numbers.
Before her soft smile disappeared behind the crack in the door, she agreed. “Yes, Wynn. Soon.”
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