Romancing the Grump (Appies, #4)

by Jenny Proctor

I move to close and lock it—but I hesitate as the sound of laughter floats through the doorway. I recognize that laughter. It’s Summer. Which means her hotel room is right beside mine. I look closer, immediately noticing that the door on Summer’s side isn’t fully closed either. It’s mostly closed, so she probably hasn’t noticed, but it isn’t latched. I could walk right into her hotel room. Assuming it is her and not someone who just sounds like her. Either way, this has to be a safety issue. Aren’t these doors supposed to remain closed and locked unless someone specifically requests adjoining rooms? The voice on the other side of the door moves closer, and I strain to listen. It’s definitely Summer, and…did she just say my name? My heart starts pounding as I lean even closer. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping. I should close the door, lock it, and forget she’s on the other side of the wall. But something holds me there—some desperate curiosity to know what she thinks about me. “I have no idea,” Summer says. “I’ve wondered a few times, but he…” And that’s when I lean a little too far…and crash forward right into the middle of Summer’s hotel room, landing on the floor at the foot of her bed in a very ungraceful heap. Summer screams, and the next thing I know, pillows are raining down on me with rapid-fire precision. Something heavy and sharp hits my shoulder—that definitely wasn’t a pillow—then a second blow catches me in the arm. A shoe. She’s throwing shoes at me. How many shoe...