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the sofa. Why? What did I do? Why don’t you want to stay with me in
the same room?” He searched my face earnestly. “What’s the matter?”
    “Drew, I do, but that’s the thing…now that I know for
certain that Nat is still alive, I can’t be with you.”
    Drew looked like he wanted to punch something or
someone. Then he took a deep breath. “It’s not that…I want to be in the same
room with you to watch over you. Be there for you.”
    “Can you honestly say you won’t try anything if we
share a room?” I asked.
    Drew didn’t answer for a while, but then he said,
“Contrary to what you think of me, Summer, I’m not an animal. I have some
control. If you don’t want me to touch you or kiss you at all while we’re
sharing the room, I won’t.”
    I stared at him, at the sensual curve of his lips…lips
that I couldn’t seem to get enough of. “Promise?”
    “Scout’s honor that I won’t push you to do anything
you don’t want, Summer. You’re in control. I’ll do whatever you say.” He looked
at me, his eyes softening. “I just want to make sure you’re okay…that you’ll be
safe.”
    “Alright,” I said. “We’ll share a room.”
    “Good,” Drew said as we began to catch up to Holly who
had stopped in front of a set of double doors.
    “Here we are?” Holly said, opening the doors and
handing Drew the key. “The Presidential Suite.”
    My mouth fell open as I looked at Drew.
    Holly walked in and opened the drapes a little more.
The room was stunning with a hallway, an extra bedroom, a living room, and a
balcony that looked out to the city. There were fresh flowers everywhere,
including trays of fruit, breads, and cheese.
    “If there is anything you need, Mr. Donovan,” Holly
smiled a seductive smile, “Just picked up the phone and it will go directly to
me.”
    She gave me a hard look, lifted her chin, and left,
closing the doors behind her.
    I nudged Drew. “The Presidential Suite?”
    “It’s the only room they had under the Donovan
Dynamics account. The rest of the rooms were booked.”
    “How? Is there some kind of convention for Donovan
Dynamics?”
    “No,” Drew said. “No convention. Our operations and
what we do are discreet. We didn’t get too many rooms, and of the rooms we got,
they were either the Presidential Suite or one of the other suites.”
    “That’s nice,” I said. “Donovan Dynamics is really
doing well.”
    Drew shrugged. “I guess. I tried to stay out of it as
much as I could…it was mostly Nat’s thing, but Dad had me at the office once in
a while when we were growing up. Even Rachel. We all know a few things about
Donovan Dynamics. Not as much as Nat, though, but Rach and I aren’t completely
clueless.”
    “But the Presidential Suite at the Four Seasons?”
    “Must be because I’m a Donovan,” Drew said. “Plus,” he
took off my sweater and led me to the soft chenille sofa that felt heavenly
when I sat down. “We need our rest. What better place to rest than here.” He
laid down on the sofa and indicated for me to lay my head on his chest.
    “Drew…” I said. “You promised.”
    “I promised not to kiss you or touch you if you didn’t
want it,” Drew said earnestly. “But all I’m going to do is give you a massage.”
Drew looked innocently at me. “Do you want that at least?”
    The idea of that sounded heavenly to me…being massaged
by Drew’s strong hands. His hands, used to gripping a football with such
control and precision, always knew how to massage me when I needed it. After
having sat in Drew’s car for hours, then participated in meetings all night at
Donovan Dynamics; I felt how stiff my back and neck was. I was beginning to get
a headache too from lack of sleep.
    “That’s alright, Drew,” I said. “You need to
sleep…more than I do…”
    “Hey, it’s okay,” Drew said. “My mind’s too wired to
go to sleep right now so I could massage you. It’ll help me settle down. I need
something to do with