The car ride from the airport was quiet at first. Lucian stared out his window, jaw tight, while I sat beside him trying to make sense of what just happened. My stomach still hadn’t settled. “Who was that man?” I asked again. “Business,” he said without looking at me. “Nothing you need to handle.” “I’m not asking you to let me handle it. I’m asking you to tell me the truth for once.” He finally turned his head. “Later, Aurora. When we’re not in a car that could have ears.” I crossed my arms and looked away. By the time we pulled up to the hotel, the sun had started to go down. The place looked expensive, right on the water’s edge. A porter took our bags and led us up to the top floor. When he opened the door to our suite, I stepped inside and stopped short. It was beautiful, and a bedroom visible through open double doors. One bed. A very large one, but still one bed. I turned to Lucian. “There’s only one bed.” He tipped the porter and closed the door behind us. “I know.” “Th
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