Sterling and Hugh were among the subjects. As she continued to study it, she realized she recognized Reeve and Niko in the photograph as well. But what really caught her eye was Leo. In the photograph he looked to be the same age as the others, but in person he appeared to be at least ten years older. The other men, however, looked the same as they did now.
What the hell is going on here?
Sterling guided her away from the wall of photographs, but not before a quick look of alarm passed over his face. It was gone so quickly Caleigh wondered if she’d imagined it. Had he noticed her studying the photograph? But surely he couldn’t have known what she’d been thinking, could he?
“Where next?” she asked, to take the focus off the wall of portraits.
“The rooftop.” He looked into her eyes with such intensity she felt dizzy. “It’s a beautiful night. Perfect for stargazing.”
He led her to an elevator set apart from the others, and produced a key to open the gate. As it began to ascend he explained. “This leads to the owners’ suites.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through Caleigh. “I thought you said we were going to the rooftop?”
Sterling actually blushed. Or it could have been a trick of the dim light, but Caleigh didn’t think so. “Oh, we are. The only way to access the roof is from the owners’ wing.”
“I see. I thought for a minute there you were about to invite me in to show me your etchings.”
The elevator stopped, but Sterling didn’t open the gate. The look he gave her was filled with intense longing. His eyes blazed with light, the air became heavy, and Caleigh found it difficult to take a breath. She’d never been claustrophobic, but right now all she wanted was to get out of this elevator and quickly.
“I don’t have etchings, but I do have a very fine collection of sailing prints and antique items from old ships. If you ever want to see them, all you have to do is ask.”
His intention was clear. He wasn’t even trying to mask it with clever or innocuous words. All she had to do was say “yes” and they’d be in his bed within five minutes. Caleigh knew it as certainly as she knew her own name. She couldn’t look away from his gaze, and all attempts to form a coherent thought were useless.
Sterling broke the spell by opening the gate and ushering her into the hallway. A sense of loss washed over her as she stepped onto plush carpeting. Their footfalls were muffled, and she felt as though she should whisper if she spoke.
He offered his arm again, and she took it, shivering at the electric jolt. The scent of honeysuckle was cloying up here, as though someone had doused the walls and carpeting with it. He led her to a door at the end of the hallway. When he opened it the fresh night air rushed down around them. Caleigh took several deep breaths, trying to clear out the honeysuckle and confusion.
A steep set of metal stairs led to a concrete expanse, bordered on four sides with a chest-high metal railing. In each corner a domed spotlight lit the floor. Caleigh looked up and was treated to more stars than she’d ever seen. “Oh…it’s breathtaking.”
“Yes, it is.” Sterling’s voice was quiet, almost reverent.
Caleigh didn’t look at him. She didn’t want to. She knew what she’d see in his eyes if she did. Instead she walked toward the nearest railing and leaned against it for support. Six stories below, lights blinked in between the trees, close to the resort. As she scanned the forest that stretched out into the distance, it was pitch dark. Only the sound of the breeze stirring the trees gave an indication there was foliage out there. The sound of insects filled the air, and in the distance she heard an owl hoot.
Sterling stood next to her. The heat coming off his body was intense. “Pine Lake is on the other side.” He pointed to their left. “You can smell the water from up here.”
“That’s the one in back of the resort, right?”
“Yes,