“And get trapped?” she whispered.
“We can’t come out of the bedroom at the same time.”
“Good point.”
Roan headed for the door.
“How do I get out of here?”
“I’ll find out what’s going on and get rid of my mom.”
“What about Trinity?”
“I’ll put her to bed and then you can leave.”
Jazzy didn’t like that idea. She was starting to feel claustrophobic and more than a little foolish.
“Roan?” his mother called again.
“Gotta go,” he said and slipped out the door.
Jazzy stared at his retreating back, heart squeezing with complex emotions—disappointment, relief, sadness, delight, optimism.
So much optimism that she wasn’t sure it was healthy.
She traced her bottom lip, recalling the sensation of his mouth on hers, and shivered. Well, whynot? Optimism was her default personality setting and it had served her well.
They might not have been able to complete their time together, but the chemistry was off the charts and she couldn’t wait for another chance to explore it.
“Mom,” Roan said, coming down the hallway, the tile cool against his bare feet. “What are you doing here?”
His mother and Trinity were at the opposite end of the corridor coming from his bedroom. His mother was carrying his daughter’s overnight bag.
“There you are!” Trinity ran to him, arms wide.
He swung his daughter into his embrace and held her close. “I thought you were going to spend the night at Grammy’s house.”
Kissing his daughter’s cheek, Roan met his mother’s gaze over the top of Trinity’s head.
“She got homesick,” Grammy said.
“I wanna sleep inmybed,” Trinity announced.
“Okay,” he said, resisting the urge to glance over his shoulder at the guest room.
“I tried to talk her out of coming home,” Mom said.
“No worries at all. You can always come home, Trinity.Always,” he reassured his daughter.
“What were you doing in the guest bedroom?” his mother asked, an amused smile on her face as if she’d guessed what had gone on behind closed doors.
“Um, um.”Think of something quick!“Wrapping packages.”
“Christmas presents?” Trinity asked, wriggling in his arms. “I wanna see.”
“We can’t spoil the surprise,” Roan said, then feeling guilty for his deception, he dropped his voice to an exaggerated whisper. “The presents are for Grammy and Gramps.”
“Oh,” Trinity said and immediately looked disinterested. “Nothing for me?”