Hours later, when the captain announced they were landing, she opened her eyes and did a fake stretch, as if she hadn’t spent the entire flight with her ears attuned to Ian’s every shift in his seat. Not that anyone would know that. Against her better judgment, she snuck a peek at Ian. He was still holding Freya, but he was looking right at Shelby.

One side of his mouth curled up in a smirk that all but screamed that she wasn’t fooling anyone.

Way to go, Shelby. They obviously should be meeting the plane to give you your Oscar.

So even though she knew he knew, and he no doubt knew that she knew he knew, they both kept their mouths shut on the team bus to the hotel. She ditched him in the hotel lobby, making a quick break for the shortest check-in line. However, her hotel luck turned out to be the same as her grocery store luck, and she picked the line that barely moved. Once she finally had her room key in hand, Ian was nowhere to be seen. Sending up a quick thank-you to the fates, she hustled to the hotel elevator so she could hide in her room.

Chicken? Me? Cluck, cluck.

She stepped inside the crowded elevator just as the doors were closing. And it wasn’t until the mirrored doors shut that she realized Ian was in the back of the elevator car. At the opposite corner stood Alex. Heart hammering in her chest, she glued her gaze to the numbers lighting up on the elevator panel. With each stop, the elevator emptied out a little, but Ian and Alex remained. It wasn’t until they hit the twentieth floor—her floor—that all three of them got off.

Alex took one look from her to his brother and back again before rolling his eyes. “Yeah, absolutely no unfinished business between you two at all.” Then he shook his head and headed down the hall.

Ian answered with a noncommital grunt that sent her straight back to the cabin. Her skin flushed all of a sudden, and she kept her gaze on the room numbers and not the hot hunk of man next to her. They stopped at the same time.

Not again.

He jerked his head to the door opposite hers. “This is me.”

“I’m right here.” Was that relief making her stomach sink? Yes. Had to be. There was no way it was disappointment.

He nodded and headed for his door, rubbing the back of his neck. After swiping his key card and turning the knob, he paused. “I’ll see you for dinner, then.”

“Yeah,” she said, her mutinous body perking up in inconvenient places. Not a date, boobs, it’s work. “You and Alex get to have brotherly bonding that I’ll tell the world about.”

He grimaced before striding into his room and letting his door swing shut.