Chapter Seventeen
Emily awoke to the smell of coffee and the sound of rustling paper. She groaned before she stretched her aching muscles, blushing bright red when she remembered the cause of those body aches. Who also happened to be sitting next to her in bed, watching her nude stretching without batting an eyelash.
“Good morning,” rumbled Phin, a smile on his face. “There’s coffee. I thought we could order room service if you’re hungry.”
Emily needed a shower and, based on how fuzzy her teeth were, a toothbrush. “I need to go to my room and get my suitcase.”
“I got it for you.” At her surprised look, he pointed to the bag in the corner. “I got your room key from your purse. I probably should’ve asked, but—”
“Oh, no. Thank you. I think I’ll go take a shower.”
“I’ll order us some foo
