The sadness in his eyes that hasn’t gone anywhere.
But there’s something new there too.
Something still, grounded, almost peaceful.
Something he never had before.
Is it the Reiki?
How the hell did that happen?
He was never the spiritual type. Not even a little bit.
When did that change?
We’re almost at my door when a soft chime rings out. Reid pulls his phone from his pocket.
“Yeah?”
He listens, face shifting, then says, “I’ll be right there.”
“What’s going on?” Luke asks.
“Amanda needs me.”
The jealousy I feel at hearing another woman’s name is instant, unwanted, and infuriating.
“Speaking of which,” Luke says, “I should probably tell you what the Sheriff said?—”
Reid nods, then gestures to the open doorway.
“This is your room, Sierra. My number is on the side table by the phone. I’ll be back with your bags, but call me if you need anything before then.”
I nod stiffly. Thank God he’s leaving. Maybe if I’m alone for a while, I can pull myself together.
The two men walk away, Luke throwing me a playful wink as he turns. Left alone, I finally let out the breath I’ve been holding for what feels like hours.
This is too much.
Way too much.
It’s nearly nightfall. All I want is to lie down, close my eyes, and pretend the last hour didn’t happen. Pretend he didn’t reappear like a ghost I never wanted to see again.
I open the door… and stop dead.
The room is beautiful—all rustic touches and luxury finishes—but it’s the windows that steal my breath. Floor-to-ceiling panes looking out into the forest, and a balcony that’s enormous. Almost indulgent.
Then I see the note on the bed.
Sierra,
I remember how much you hate small, enclosed spaces.
I thought this room would be perfect for you.
Reid
He remembered.