Page 116 of The Midnight Frequency

“She has hope for the future. And I have hope for her too. She deserves to find someone to be happy with.” Silas glanced back at me. “I know. I know. You don’t think she should look for that.”

“No, actually. I like your phrasing there. Someone to be happy with. Not ‘find someone to make her happy.’”

“No one else can make you happy. But they can add to it.”

“Or detract from it.”

“Well, yeah. But it’s that way with all relationships. I mean, even at work, certain people can suck all the positive energy out of the room.”

“You’re too available to everyone.”

“That’s the job.”

“I’m not sure that burning your candle at both ends was in the job description. Do you want me to put these in the closet?” Silas asked as he gestured to the bags.

“Right there is fine. I don’t plan on unpacking. What time do you want to head out tomorrow?”

“We have to check out by ten. So sometime before then. If you need me before then,” he said, walking over toward an awkwardly placed door. “This is me.”

“Wait… what? Mr. Lane got us adjoining rooms?”

“I suppose it would be convenient if we needed to discuss plans for the event.”

There was a strange false note in his voice, but I couldn’t figure out what or why.

“It locks from both sides. You’re perfectly safe.”

“I wasn’t trying to imply I don’t trust you. I do.”

It was me that I didn’t trust.

Me and my borderline obsessive attraction to him.

“Maybe you shouldn’t.” Silas’s gaze slid over me, sparking a thousand little fires across my skin. “I’ll leave you to settle in.”

With that, he rushed past me, careful not to let our bodies brush.

Was it his turn to avoid eye contact?

When he was gone, I swear I felt the door’s click like one shutting inside me as well.

A soft whimper escaped me at that thought, making me rifle through my bag to find a fresh set of clothes, then took a shower until my legs ached and my fingers went pruny.

I’d just brushed out my hair and was standing in the hotel room in a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized tee when there was a knock at the adjoining door.

My hand paused on the slide lock, some part of me knowing it would be smartest if I just… pretended that the long day of traveling had caught up with me and I’d crashed.

Before I was even conscious of making a decision, though, I slid the lock and reached for the knob.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

I knew I wasn’t.

Not when he’d traded his usual suit for a pair of those sleep pants of his and a black tee that was just tight enough to remind me what was underneath it. His dark hair was wet too.

“I rented one of those movies,” he told me.

“What movies?”