quarters. This was insanity, but then, Trey was making her insane—insane enough to risk being alone with him.
Nothing had to happen if she maintained control. That might be easier said than done, though. She was playing with fire when it came to an emotional man like Trey. Adrenaline fueled her steps as she ran up the stairs.
Once in her room, she straightened up the place, although judging from Trey’s intense focus, he wouldn’t care if the room was trashed. She cared, though. She’d been a military brat, and her parents’ neat-freak habits were deeply ingrained. Order and discipline had been her watchwords since childhood.
Trey’s sentimental approach to life both fascinated and frightened her. His ability to stir an emotional response in her was a warning signal that he could disrupt her carefully managed existence. But he couldn’t knock her off-kilter unless she allowed it. So she’d just have to stay in command of the situation.
3
W HEN T REY HAD packed for the weekend, he’d used his trusty duffel, as always. Maybe, just maybe, he had some condoms tucked in a side pocket of that duffel. He probably shouldn’t be thinking about that. He shouldn’t, but he was.
The whole time he’d been talking with Elle in the lobby, she’d given off sparks. If he had to guess, he’d say she was affected by his song about her. That was okay with him. He’d written it months ago as an expression of joy and gratitude, but it seemed as if everything he wrote came out sounding like a love song in the end.
He sensed that her argument against dating him wasn’t as strong as it had been this afternoon. The tide had turned in his favor, and if, in the privacy of her room, the heat started building...well, he didn’t want to be without the means to follow through. A condom didn’t take up much room in his pocket, and if he didn’t need it, no harm done.
He might not find a stash in his duffel, but it had been his traveling companion during his relationship with Cassie. Chances were good some were still in there. Funny how the thought of Cassie didn’t bother him anymore. She’d never have been happy with a cowboy who planned to stay in Wyoming for the duration.
The aroma of fresh pine greeted him as he fit the key card into the door to his room. At some point he’d track down Pam Mulholland and thank her for treating everyone to a weekend at this plush resort. He’d fully expected to bunk with someone at the very least, but Pam had reserved separate rooms for each of them. What a luxury.
Pulling his duffel from the closet, he checked the side pocket and hit pay dirt. He took one condom and left the rest. Then he reviewed the directions she’d given him.
His hat would only be in the way, so he left it in his room. Once he was in the hallway again, he decided that maybe he should head toward the staff quarters by a roundabout route. If anyone questioned him, he’d pretend to be lost. If she’d established a policy of not dating guests, she wouldn’t want anyone to know she’d invited him to her room.
In the end, he managed to actually get lost. Feeling like an idiot, he retraced his steps and by a stroke of luck didn’t encounter anyone as he roamed the halls. Eventually he found her room and rapped softly.
She opened the door dressed in the same outfit she’d had on when they’d parted. Apparently, she hadn’t decided to slip into something more comfortable. He had no idea how this meeting would go, but at least they’d be able to talk without any danger of being overheard.
“I’d about given up on you.” She scanned the hallway before whisking him inside.
“I got lost.” He hated admitting it, but that was better than letting her think he’d dillydallied around.
“Really?” She closed the door and leaned against it. Her breathing seemed a little fast. “My directions were pretty straightforward.”
“They were, but I wanted to confuse anyone who might see me walking the halls, so I