“Hey, it’s okay,” Jax says, coming to stand next to me.
He rubs soothing circles on my back.
“I was only young. Five, when I stayed here, I could be wrong,” I say, looking around myself.
I’ve hardly set foot in this room since I moved in, using the main living space and the master bedroom. I popped my head in and found it was a second bedroom. Thought maybe Dad had changed it back.
“Why would someone close it off?”
“Are you sure it was there? We could step out into the hall and find it is now a cleaning closet.
I catch his gaze.
“Can you remember another door between yours and mine?”
I know he would, he’s an architect, thedevil is in the detailis ingrained in his DNA.
“No, you’re right, there’s no door.”
“So we’re missing two metres of a room, and I have vague, albeit childhood memories of there being a door here. I could be imagining it…”
I look at the wall. A beautiful bookcase stands in its place, filled with some of my mother’s favourite books. Stories she and Dad loved, talked about. If I didn’t know better… I’m being ridiculous.
I step forward and begin lifting the books down, carrying them towards the bed. I place them down in order, knowing how Mum files her books. Jax steps forward to help.
When we’ve removed a couple of layers, Jax inspects the wall, running his hands over the edges of the bookcase.
“If there was a doorway here, whoever closed it up has done a pretty good job of hiding it.”
“But you can see from the plans there’s dead space?”
Jax grips my shoulders, turning me to face him.
“These are the original plans. Something could have changed over the years. There may be a reason.”
“But I remember. I remember sleeping in here that night. Dad was here, told me he was right next door if I needed him,” I say, my breath catching as my heart rate increases.
Jax pulls me tightly against him.
“We can check the outside of the hotel for windows in the morning. There’s not much we can do at two AM, without raising serious questions.”
I drop my head forward onto his shoulder.
“You’re right.”
“Of course I am,” he says, making me chuckle. “Let’s go back to bed.”
Making our way back into the bedroom, my eyes drift back to the room we’ve just left.
“You need a distraction,” Jax says as soon as we enter the bedroom. His voice taking on a husky tone.
My nipples harden, chafing against the cotton of my robe, begging to be set free.
“What do you have in mind?”
His gaze darkens. “Do you trust me?”
I bite the inside of my cheek.
