In that intoxicating haze, the room's doorbell rang again.
Summer Thorne was abruptly jolted from her daze, turning her head to avoid Timothy York's lips.
But he still held her tightly in his arms, and she couldn't pull away.
Timothy York's hand remained on the back of her head. He didn't move either.
It seemed he, too, needed a moment to collect himself, to come down from the intensity of their kiss.
Finally, when the doorbell chimed again, Timothy York's embrace at last loosened.
Summer Thorne immediately turned and walked out of the bathroom. Once the door was between them, she finally thought to wipe her lips, then walked over and opened the door to the suite.
Ivan Gray was standing outside.
He had seen the Sutton siblings arrive at the room next door earlier, so he knew Summer had woken up. He was genuinely glad. "Miss Thorne, are you feeling any better?"
In his presence, Summer Thorne should have been able to breathe a sigh of relief.
