Our eyes catch for a second, and then he looks to Hazel, nods, and takes the stairs by the side of the elevators.

“I’m pregnant,” Eden says. “Like, all-the-way pregnant.”

Hazel glares at her.

“When you said that was Mr. Miller,” I say, as the elevator doors open, “should we know who that is?”

Hazel looks at me as if she can’t believe I’m asking the question. She guides us all into the elevator, and when the doors close, she says, “Byron Miller. The owner of the Colorado Club, of course.”

My knees weaken and I step back, hitting the wall of the elevator car.

Byron? The guy in the cable-knit sweater with a hilarious aversion to cats? The hot chocolate lover in the cabin next door? He can’t be the owner of the Colorado Club. But Byron was definitely the guy running on the treadmill, shirtless, sweaty, and completely breathtaking.

“Told you he was hot,” Akira says, but I can’t answer her. I can’t form words, I’m in such shock.

Why didn’t he tell me? It makes no sense. Okay, so we barely know each other, but he knew I got a job here. I try to recall whether he told me why he was in Star Falls. Was he deliberately vague? And if he’s the owner, why the hell is he staying in the log cabin next to mine? Surely there’s a mansion somewhere on this mountain, ready for him to move in?

I have a thousand questions churning in my mind. I want to ditch this tour, run after Byron, and demand answers.

But I have no right to answers.

At least I didn’t kiss him. Or he didn’t kiss me. Something inside nudges at me. Maybe that’s why he hesitated last night.

Hazel has moved on and we’re led into a conference room. It’s time to role-play some customer service scenarios.

I need some air. I need some time and space to think.

I almost kissed the boss last night. Of all the things on my to-do list at the moment—and it’s a long list—almost kissing my boss is definitely not on there. In fact, it’s on my list of things not to do.