‘The hostel. I just got Curtis to lock my pack away for me.’
‘Oh.’ He walked across the room, tightened the blinds, keeping them wide enough for light to come in but for the world outside to be blurry.
Sienna couldn’t stand it any more. Skirting around issues wasn’t something she was good at. She was good at getting people to talk, and she wasn’t going to have Rhys, someone who actually mattered, be her only failure.
She even had a plan. His bathroom was magnificent and already they’d spent quite some time investigating how much hot water was in the cylinder—lazing for hours under the shower. So in the late afternoon she suggested they return there. This time when she went in she eyed the double basins and twin towel racks with mock disfavour. ‘You entertain here often?’
‘No.’ He grinned. ‘I told you I like my privacy. I don’t tend to have people over much.’
‘I’m honoured.’
He laughed. ‘You are not.’
‘No, I am, Rhys. You letting me in here.’ She shot him a not-so-innocent look from under her lashes. ‘You must trust me.’
His smile remained on his mouth but his eyes went wary. ‘Maybe a little.’
‘How much?’ She walked towards him. ‘How much do you trust me?’
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