Though she’d said she needed to work out and it would do her mind and body a lot of good, she really didn’t feel like it. Instead, she went to her room, took off her clothes and slipped into a robe as well as the sandals she’d never returned to him. She thought he might follow her outside, but she was grateful that he respected her request. Aria dropped the robe onto the ground then walked down the two steps into the hot tub. The water soothed and healed—her body, at least. Her heart was another story. Trying to hold onto her equilibrium, she closed her eyes and tipped her head back. At least a week ago, she’d acknowledged to herself that she was starting to care for Grant. She’d known that he appreciated the way they worked together as well as the way she responded to him in bed. They’d both also understood the relationship would draw to a natural close. Grant’s reaction to Julien had been all male, smacking of territorialism. It had felt awkward in front of her boss, but then again, Julien continually stuck his nose into her business.
