Despite the fact that they were in a strange room, far from home, she had never felt quite so relaxed. She wanted to laugh, to roll around on the rumpled sheets, and revel in this new feeling of freedom and release. It would be gone too soon, and she didn’t want to lose it. From beyond their door, she could hear the sound of laughter floating up from the public room, along with the sound of instruments tuning up. A party! She peeked up at Grant. His eyes were closed, but his hand moved lazily up and down her back, a lightly caressing touch that made her tremble. “Do you hear that?” she whispered. “Hear what?” he said. He swept her hair back from her shoulder and kissed her on its soft curve. “The music, of course. I think they’re having a party downstairs.” “I hope they enjoy it then. Just as long as they don’t carry on all night and keep me awake.”
