Amelia's POV

My footsteps seemed to be sucked up by the hallway’s soft carpet as I got closer to the door.

Room 108. The numbers shone in the dim recessed lighting. My confidence concealed the immense uneasiness that was roiling inside of me.

My thoughts were racing, attempting to make sense of this in light of Gabe's reputation as a strong influential man.

Why not a more public setting instead of this room? The cool wood of the door was smooth under my fingertips as my hand hovered ...