Chapter Twenty

“He won't be here, he won't be here, he won't be here,” I chanted softly as the taxi drove me to the hotel. If I said it enough times, then I knew it would have to come true.

I looked out the window to see a beautiful old brick building come into sight. I could see why he'd picked this hotel.

The annual holiday hospital party was being held at one of the fancy hotels on the other side of the park from me. It was close, but I would have to take a cab or walk across the park at night. That wasn't really a problem until I found out that Mr. Darcy was known for staying in the penthouse suite of this particular hotel. It was his preferred location when in New York. Because that was how my life worked.

I considered not going to the party. I considered simply returning the gorgeous dress I'd rented and staying in my apartment eating chocolate ice cream and watching lame Christmas movie specials where everyone ended up happy and celebrating the magic of Christmas.

But Jane told me no. And Ly