THAYER

I couldn’t believe I was standing beside my Kennedy with all her gorgeous self. I knew she could feel that I was holding something back, but I was hoping she would not push. In due time, I would tell her everything—that was the plan.

“This would be your room,” I said as I pushed the door wide— European style in white and gold motif would meet her taste.

“Thank you. This way better than the hotel room,” she said with a smile.

“You wouldn’t need a hotel if you’re here, Kennedy,” I said truthfully.

She walked in and checked her luggage.

“I apologize. My housekeeper must have organized your...