Emily’s perspective:

Donning nothing but my room’s complimentary bathrobe, I ease down the staircase so I don’t disturb anyone in the other rooms. We had a good dinner, but after the excitement of this evening—first Gabby, then Grant, and now Vin—I need a snack.

Tiptoeing, my anxious mind can’t help but race.

I can smell Grant everywhere. This place is overrun with his scent. Every time I try to forget him, I get another breath of his ...