Page 92 of Enthrall Shadows
I shrugged that off.
“I was born and raised in New York,” he said.
“Total opposites,” I agreed.
Not just our origins but our personalities, too. We stood there, both of us seemingly considering our many differences.
“We’re camping tomorrow night,” he said, breaking the silence. “I wasn’t sure you realized that.”
“I’ve camped before,” I said, keeping a straight face.
Did my childhood backyard count?
“Good,” he said, amused. “You’re our resource.”
I didn’t want him to doubt my ability to support him.
Henry liked to be in charge. I felt comfortable with him taking the lead. Clearly, he had way more experience with these kinds of things.
“When we head out, you can leave your suitcase with the concierge,” he said.
I looked around the room, and then turned to face him. “Why is there only one bed?”
He took a step towards me, his gaze on my lips.
If he tried to kiss me, I would let him.
Even though I’d still not recovered from our first kiss, and even though we both knew another might be inadvisable.
This version of Henry was mesmerizing. My body was thrumming as though he’d touched me in that familiar way; gentle at first and then taking command, taking what he wanted.
Taking me.
He grinned. “My room’s next door. I thought having adjoining rooms might be best for security.”
“I knew that.” I tried to hide my embarrassment.
He picked up his rucksack and walked over to the other door, opening it and disappearing into the adjoining room.
I’d misread him, and he’d had some fun at my expense. I was still trembling from being so close to him.
He re-appeared in the doorway. “Hungry?”
“Yes.” I was starving.
“Let’s check out the restaurant.”
The dining room was pleasantly quiet, with only a few guests having dinner. The vastness of the place meant we ended up at a table where we could talk freely.
The big room was decorated with airy colors and familiar lush greenery, the assortment of indoor plants making the space inviting.
Sitting opposite him, I took a few moments to process the fact we were really doing this—heading off into the wilderness tomorrow on what would most likely be the wildest adventure of my life.
But first, we decided to load up on carbs—both ordering Fettuccine Alfredo.
I imagined Henry had been this attentive to his men when he had served in the military, watching out for them and making sure they were prepared for what lay ahead.
Shay had told me Henry had earned their loyalty. His soldiers were willing to do anything for him, and when he’d been captured, they were distraught.
