Page 127 of Too Good to Be True

He squeezed minimally and let me go.

“Enjoy the rest of your night and sleep well, Daphne,” he bid.

“You too, Richard.”

I took my leave and almost stopped at Ian’s room on the way to my own to tell him what just happened, but I decided against it.

I wasn’t sure he needed to know any of that.

Also, I was tired, worn out actually, and my head felt almost woozy.

I hadn’t had dinner, but I’d had a lot of drama.

I needed a bath and bed.

And hopefully a good night’s sleep.

I headed to the Rose Room to get that, knowing that things had been very strange.

But not knowing it was about to get much, much worse.

Twenty-One

THE ROSE ROOM

The first text came when I was in the bath.

You disappeared and didn’t say goodnight.

I haven’t gone to bed. I’m relaxing in the bath. I returned.

Torture, he replied.

I grinned.

The next came when I was undoing the work of the girls by slapping open all the curtains in the bedroom.

Breakfast in the Hawthorn Suite?

You’re on, I replied.

Text me when you wake. Goodnight, darling.

Goodnight, honey. And thanks again for being awesome today.

No worries. Sleep well. You need anything, you know where I am.

Yeah, this guy was too good to be true.

I got in bed with my Kindle, but I did it with thoughts of our kiss.

And thoughts of what Ian told me while we were talking on the lounge.

I was tired, and the bath helped to relax me, but I knew what would unwind me the rest of the way.

I opened the drawer to put my phone on charge and grab the other thing that was in there, but found the drawer empty.

Except for a note.

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