Her stomach was full of butterflies, her heart racing, her hands shaking and her head pounding. This could not be a good sign. What was she thinking to agree to such an arrangement? She followed the brothers’ progress down the hall as they put her belongings in Riley’s room. She’d elected to room with Tristan’s sister—despite the potential problems involved with that decision—rather than ask Tris to uproot and move into Ewan’s room. For one thing, she really did feel she should be close to Mr. Collins, especially during his first few days home. Secondly—and most importantly—she thought there might be some protection in staying with Riley. Surely Tris wouldn’t try to sneak into her bed with his sister sleeping a few feet away. She would have to figure out how to stay away from Tris until she managed to control her attraction to him. It had been four days since his pop’s stroke. Tris had been working double shifts at the pub and visiting his father in the hospital, so they hadn’t had more than a few minutes to talk about her new position in his family’s household and they’d had no time to talk about what had happened on the couch.
