Much better. Now she felt like herself again instead of some corporate bimbo. Just as she finished changing, a tap sounded on her door. Had to be Jared. No one else in the motel even knew her. She confirmed her guess through the peephole and tensed. Surely he didn’t expect to continue what they’d started in the car. She’d made it clear—at least she hoped she had—that she didn’t want that kind of attention from him. At least her rational brain didn’t, and she would force her body and hormones to fall into line. Her first instinct was to ignore him. Let him spend the entire night out there banging on the door if he wanted. Seeing him after that little makeout session would be far too awkward. Her face heated at the thought. “Cassidy, I know you’re in there,” he called. “Let me in. I promise I won’t bite or anything else.” Rolling her eyes, she opened the door. “What do you want?” she snapped. Maybe anger would cover her embarrassment. “Gosh, it’s nice to see you too.”
