“The lounge area is to the right. There’s a fully stocked bar with a bartender available twenty-four hours a day.”

He waves to the gleaming white, gold, and silver slab of marble that curves around the side of the huge space filled with white leather seating arrangements and marble tables. The windows beyond the bar almost overshadow the space, however, because the view from up here is absolutely incredible.

I wander toward the wall of windows. One section slides apart as we approach, revealing the shimmering blue waters of a pool and white padded lounge chairs. Not a single person is outside, despite the gorgeous sunny day.

“No one uses this?”

Lincoln pauses. “Rarely. We only have two guests on the floor right now.”

My gaze trails along the intricate molding, taking in the details. “I don’t even want to know what this costs for a night, do I?”

“Does it matter?”

It may not matter to Lincoln, but I don’t like the beholden feeling I’m already letting creep in. No. I will not feel guilty about this.

“I guess not,” I say, trying to keep my tone blasé.

“Let me show you to your room. Unless you want a drink first?” He inclines his head toward the bartender.

The last thing I need right now is alcohol to muddy my decision-making abilities when Lincoln is being so accommodating.

“The room, please.”

I try to ignore his smile when he waves his hand toward the hallway. “If you’d follow me this way, I’ll show you to your suite, Ms. Gable.”

Maybe the room isn’t a safe choice either.

No, Whitney. Stop. You’re not going to be the one who goes back on your word immediately.

I follow him down to the last door on the right side of the hallway. Lincoln pulls the envelope the bellhop gave him from his suit pocket and waves it in front of the card reader, then opens the door.

Of course, I expected something opulent, and the living room of the suite doesn’t disappoint. It’s all white and gold and absolutely gorgeous. My gaze catches on the massive fireplace with a gold mantel along one wall and the cozy chaise near it. I can already picture myself curled up there with a journal.

“Will this work for you?” Lincoln asks.

I turn around, immediately thinking he must be making a joke about it, but his expression is completely serious. He really cares if this is okay.

“It’s perfect,” I reply honestly. I’m about to say something else when I hear excited little-girl squeals echoing down the hall.

The family has arrived.

“Oh my gosh, Mommy! Did you see?”

Lincoln and I step out of the room to see Jackie herding my cousin’s kids behind a man leading them to another room down the hall. Karma trails after them, her attention on her phone and not on her kids.

“Girls, please. Quiet. There are other people.” Of course, it’s my Aunt Jackie hushing them because Karma can’t be bothered.