Page 32 of A Memory Not Mine (Sanguis Amantium #1)

Chapter thirty-one

Baird

T hirty minutes later, they pulled up to the hotel and handed the keys to the valet.Upstairs, in Mira’s room, Baird stood silently as she moved about, selecting a few fresh pieces of clothing and undergarments, folding them neatly into a small overnight bag.

He wanted to say something—make a suggestion—but now that he understood more of who she was, he hesitated.

The introvert in Mira might shrink from the wrong kind of pressure, and the last thing he wanted was to push too hard.

“Uh…Mira. What if ye brought all your things back to the house? Stayed with me for the rest of your trip?” He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly nervous now that the words were out.

“No pressure, truly—I know your days will be busy with class. But if your evenings are free…” He trailed off, gave a small shrug, and then met her eyes.

“I’d love the chance to spend more time with ye.

You can drive the rental back and park it at the house. ”

There was a beat of silence. Then Mira looked up at him—eyes wide, surprised, but glowing—and nodded. She seemed to leap at the idea before hesitation flickered across her face, as if suddenly questioning her own sanity .

But still, she said yes.

And Baird was deeply, quietly grateful.

He could have enthralled her—could have nudged her mind, twisted her will, made her think it was her own idea. But the thought of it being anything less than her true desire was abhorrent to him.