Chapter Nineteen

GAVIN

The suite door swung open with a quiet hiss, and for a split second, I felt like I’d walked into a commercial for honeymoon packages in the Greek isles.

The space was warm with golden light spilling in through floor-to-ceiling windows that opened out to a breathtaking view of the sea. White gauzy curtains fluttered gently with the breeze. Everything smelled faintly of lavender and sea salt.