(Rebecca's POV)
I start walking back toward the hotel doors, already turning over what I'm going to say to him — something plainer than what I said in that restaurant, something that leaves room for both the anger and the understanding to sit side by side instead of canceling each other out.
That's when the heat I've been ignoring for twenty minutes stops being ignorable.
It arrives all at once, or maybe it's been building the whole time and I just didn't have room left over to notice it — a wave of warmth that has nothing to do with the actual temperature outside, something coming from inside my own skin instead, radiating out from somewhere behind my sternum in a way that doesn't match the mild morning at all.
I push through the lobby doors anyway. Cross the marble floor toward the e
