CYNTHIA’s P O V

‘‘Do you think that somebody was listening to us?’’ I inquired anxiously as fear began to course through my veins.

Julian gave a dismissive shake of his head before rising to his feet and reaching for the bathrobe that was still hanging on the door of the bathroom. ‘‘No, the rooms are soundproofed. You stay here...’’ he covered himself and left the room.

But I couldn’t mind my business in a situation like this. I rolled out of bed and took a fluffy bath towel, wrapping it around my body before following him towards the living area.

From the other side of the slightly open door,...