Sloane's POV
Epoch looked at me deeply, a storm of emotion swirling in those blue eyes of his.
But he still kept his gentlemanly calm, nodding with understanding. "Of course."
"Let's go."
He turned and walked ahead of me, his tall figure cast in pale moonlight—lonely and quietly sorrowful.
I rushed to keep up, forcing a casual tone.
"Epo, how about we crash somewhere nicer? I checked earlier—Missoula's best spot is the Queen's Hotel. Want to stay there?"
Epoch turned to look at me, gently brushing his hand through my hair. "Alright."
Then, we arrived at the Queen's Hotel. Plenty of rooms were open, so I booked two suites—one for each of us.
We went our separate ways to rest.
Outside our doors, just before saying goodnight, Epoch leaned close and murmured, "Sweet dreams."
Almost
