Romancing the Grump (Appies, #4)

by Jenny Proctor

I make fast work of closing both doors between our rooms and locking the one on my side. I lean against it, my head resting against the cool metal, and groan. I am the biggest idiot. I should have closed and locked the door the second I realized it was open. Bare minimum, I should have apologized and left a lot faster than I did. She was clearly in the process of changing her clothes, and I just stood there, staring. The image of her, eyes wide and wild, skin flushed, flashes through my mind, and I close my eyes. I can’t be happy this happened, but I also can’t regret having caught a glimpse of her looking so…alive. She didn’t cower in the corner—she threw whatever she could get her hands on. Her impulse wasn’t to flee, it was to fight. I get the sense that’s just how Summer is. I love that about her. Instead of going straight to the lobby, I wait outside Summer’s room, leaning against the wall opposite her door. I’d like to apologize again, but mostly I just want to make sure the next time I see her after having fallen into her hotel room isn’t in front of my teammates. I don’t think she’ll say anything to embarrass me—though I would deserve it if she did—but I’ve already done enough to give my friends the impression that something is up between Summer and me. If I can avoid doing so, I’d rather not fuel the fire. I wait long enough that I start to wonder if I missed her, or if maybe she decided to stay in to avoid seeing me, but then her door swings open. Summer looks go...