Secretary Finch laughed a little too boldly, but one look from Jonathan Thorne made him immediately fall silent and lower his head.
Zoe Monroe went to the window and drew the curtains. Fat, fluffy snowflakes were drifting down, thick as goose feathers. The wind was growing sharp, blanketing the ground in a layer of silver. She turned to look at Jonathan Thorne, whose arm her father was still gripping tightly…
She had switched rooms when her father arrived in Northgate, and they were now sharing a two-room suite. The snow was too heavy to travel in, but if Jonathan Thorne and Secretary Finch stayed, they would have to sleep on the sofa.
She'd never shared a roof with a man who wasn't family, let alone Jonathan Thorne. Her heart fluttered with unease.
Lately, she had been deliberately avoiding getting too close to him.
'How did we suddenly end up in the same suite?'
