“Her brows climbed as she glanced at the tall, well-lit building, then she looked back at him. “You’re not staying with the cop,” he said. Just so they were clear. He wanted to be very clear on that point. “I planned to get a room of my own after I get my clothes and everything else I need.” Her voice was so cool. How did she do it? How did she always stay in such perfect control? He jumped from the vehicle. Hurried around to her side. The valet took the keys and Anthony took her arm. “Your bags... are waiting upstairs.” He’d made sure everything would be ready for her. And that her room would connect to his. Surprisingly, she didn’t argue as he led her through the hotel and into the elevator. He did notice that her gaze cut to the stop button on the elevator’s control panel. His lips curved. “Don’t worry,” he told her, “we’ll head straight up.” Her gaze came back to him. The walls of the elevator were mirrored, reflecting her image at every turn. She should have looked exhausted.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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