Page 97 of The Fine Line
He stares at it, his jaw tight, and for some reason, he looks almost…sad.
I suddenly feel guilty for even touching it.
“Well, it’s beautiful,” I say softly. “Sorry for snooping. It just caught my eye. I’ll put it back.”
He swallows, but doesn’t stop me. I tuck it away, take the broom, and return to the kitchen.
We finish unpacking in silence. When the kitchen’s done, I grab a bedroom box.
“I’m gonna get settled in my room,” I say, breaking the silence.
“Yeah, of course,” Rhett says. “Grab the guest room. Make yourself at home.”
I head down the hall, toward the open door but pause when I notice another door cracked open. Curious, I peek inside.
“Hey, not this one,” Rhett says, suddenly there, blocking me.
I blink up at him. “Why not? It’s a guest room, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he says. “But nottheguest room. Not the main one.”
“There’s a difference?”
He shifts, blocking me again. “The other room’s better.”
“They look identical.”
“This one’s farther from the bathroom.”
“It’s closer to the kitchen,” I counter. “And I like the west-facing windows—I want the sunset view.”
“But you’re a morning person. Wouldn’t the sunrise make more sense?”
I narrow my eyes. “Rhett, is there a reason you don’t want me in this room?”
“I’d just really prefer you stay in the other one.”
My brows raise.
He hesitates, fingers raking through his curls. “A lot of people have been in there, that’s all.”
My spine steels. “A lot of women have stayed in there, you mean?”
“Been. Not stayed.”
I recoil. “Oh my God. It’s your sex dungeon.”
“I didn’t say that?—”
“You don’t need to.”
I grab my box and bolt.
I’m unpacking when Rhett appears, startling me. The box is knocked over, its content spilling across the floor.
“Rhett!” I groan. “You won, okay? I’m out. The sin den is yours.”
“Shit, sorry.”
