She felt like a country mouse seeing the big city for the first time. Knowing that Thaddeus was successful and seeing the proof of his wealth were two different things. Part of her felt unsettled and part of her wanted to bounce around on the bed. She went with a quiet, “Wow. Impressive.”

“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”

“I might not find my way back to the living room.”

He looked at his watch. “It’s nearly five. Let’s plan to leave at five thirty.”

“You’re not going to show me the master?” she asked.

One eyebrow rose. “Best if I don’t.”

Because...why? Not that she would ask. She’d used up her allotment of bravery for the last two years and was running on sheer nerves. Yes, she knew she was doing the right thing, but it wasn’t easy. Still, she was going to keep going because retreating was not a good plan.

Thaddeus left her, closing the door behind him. Unity quickly unpacked, then touched up her makeup. She used the rest of her time to study the fixtures. While her bathroom redo wouldn’t be anywhere near this nice, she appreciated the inspiration.

At 5:28, she tried to get back to the general area of the front door. She only had to backtrack twice.

“How big is this place?” she asked when she finally found her way and saw Thaddeus waiting for her, a bottle of wine in one hand.

“Thirty-four hundred square feet.”

“It’s a condo. Aren’t they supposed to be small?”

“Some are. Shall we?”

She nodded, thinking it was very possible he was much more successful than she’d internalized. Not that it mattered, it was just a little unexpected.

The idea that maybe she should have paid more attention to who and what Thaddeus was continued when the valet pulled up in a sleek, deep blue car. No, car was wrong. It was so beautiful, it was practically a sculpture.

She eyed the gorgeous lines and the grill in front. There was a stylized trident on the front of the car. A trident? Was that an upscale car brand?

“This is beautiful,” she told Thaddeus as the valet opened the passenger door for her. “What is it?”

The valet, a young guy in the hotel uniform, stared at her wide-eyed.

“A Maserati GranTurismo,” he and Thaddeus said together.

The valet flashed her a grin before closing the door. Unity had definitely heard of a Maserati before. To think she’d been excited to drive Ellen’s Subaru.

She glanced at Thaddeus, taking in the handsome lines of his face. He was successful, he was incredibly good-looking and, hey, he had the body of a stripper.

“Why on earth do you want to go out with me?” she asked before she could stop herself. Perhaps a question she should have considered before driving over and practically throwing herself at him.

When he glanced at her quizzically, she added, “You could have anyone. I’m not especially pretty, I’m not very girly, I don’t have money and I’m an emotional basket case. I don’t get the appeal.”