Back inside the living area, Daniel still hadn't released Anna's hand. His grip was firm, grounding — yet possessive and the longer her eyes lingered on the door her sister had just walked through, the deeper his brows furrowed.
"Should we head back to the room?" he asked suddenly, his tone deceptively casual.
The question snapped her out of her daze. Anna blinked, turning to him sharply. "Excuse me?"
She must've misheard. Surely, surely, he wasn't suggesting what she thought he was. Especially not after everything that had just happened — and certainly not after Kathrine's little "visit."
But Daniel, ever unpredictable, leaned back with that familiar look of mischief in his eyes. "I said," he drawled, voice low and deliberate, "should we head back to the room and—"
Anna gaped at him, her lips parting in disbelief. What in the world is wrong with this man?
Had he lost all sense of timing? Or shame?
