One Night, Second Chance. Robyn Grady

The delicious surge...that visceral tug... And then her arms coiled around his neck and the connection started to sizzle.

      He hadn’t planned on taking Grace to bed tonight. He knew she hadn’t planned this, either. But what could he say? Plans changed.

      A muttering at his back seeped through the fog.

      “For pity’s sake, get a room.”

      Grace stiffened, and then pried herself away. Down the hall, a middle-aged couple were shaking their heads as they disappeared into a neighboring suite. Coming close again, Wynn slid a hand down her side.

      Get a room.

      “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea,” he murmured against her brow.

      When she didn’t respond, he drew back. A pulse was popping in her throat, but reason had returned to her eyes.

      “Good night, Wynn.”

      “What about Sydney?”

      “I’ll let you know.”

      “Soon.” He handed over a business card with his numbers.

      Before her soft smile disappeared behind the crack in the door, she agreed. “Yes, Wynn. Soon.”