Anna's POV
The bruises on Sean's face made me feel guilty as I walked into Rosa Villa.
He was arranging flowers in the living room, his movements careful and measured, clearly still in pain from Jack's assault.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, setting my bag down. The care in my voice surprised even me.
Sean turned, a soft smile lighting up his face despite his injuries. "Much better, Ms. Shaw."
I studied the purple-black marks marring his jaw. After all, he got hurt because of me.
"I'm staying here tonight," I announced, surprising myself with the decision. "Have the guest room prepared."
His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly composed himself. "Of course. Would you like dinner served in your room?"
Before I could answer, Rachel appeared with my overnight bag. She'd anticipated my decision before I'd even made it. Sometimes, I wondered if she could read my mind.
