She wasn’t surprised, but she was a little disappointed. What had she expected, him to be there waiting for her? Why the hell would he? They’d had their night, and now that he knew the truth, an encore was most likely not in the cards. Hating how much that thought hurt, Stacey pushed her way over toward the far wall, where her suitcase sat on a folding chair. How ironic was it that the guest room Lina had given her – the only one on the first floor – was his? Stacey made up her mind to relocate to a different room. His presence permeated this one, in the deep, rich brown and green color scheme and the golden oak wood furniture. And it was definitely his scent she’d smelled on the clothes in the closet and on the pillows. Too make matters worse, now she smelled like him, too. It was unfortunate that she hadn’t thought to take her own personal care products into the bathroom with her earlier; she’d been in such a rush to get out of there before she did something really stupid, like cry in front of him.
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