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“You serious?” I checked the mirror.
He wasn’t wrong.
It didn’t look awful, and I didn’t have time to fix it anyway.
“Right. I’m off. You flying back today?”
He shrugged.
“Maybe.”
I dashed out of the bathroom, shrugging on a coat jacket.
“Text me if you head back to Skyline. I’m swamped today.”
“Will do.”
I reached for the handle, then glanced over my shoulder and raised a finger to my lips.
But the second I opened the door, he yelled, “I’ll miss you!”
Prescott stood outside, gaping.
“Is… is someone in your room?”
“Nope. Come on. We’re late.”
I slammed the door and strode past him, heels thudding against the carpet.
The lift dinged.
I stepped in and turned.
Prescott was still dawdling in the hallway.
I jabbed the open-door button.
“Move it!”
“Coming!” He jogged over, an awkward smile plastered on his face.
I stared at the changing numbers.
“Had a good night’s sleep?”
“Yeah.”
“But you have circles under your eyes.”
He raked a finger under his eyes.
“Yeah, I stayed up a bit Games. And you don’t look so hot yourself, either.” He hastened to add, “I mean, you look hot, just not… well-rested.”
I thought back to last night.
From the time Sebastian showed up at my doorstep, to our conversation, then the aborted attempt at sex, then this morning…
Yeah, definitely not well-rested,
“I don’t like the hotel mattress,” I lied.
“Oh.” He stared at the floor.
The door opened.
I strode out.
He hurried to catch up.
“Wait, um…” Prescott cleared his throat.
“Yeah?” I didn’t slow down.
“I thought I heard someone in your room earlier.”
“A hotel staff. To check the plumbing.” The lies came more easily now.
“Really? Something wrong with it?”
“Don’t know. The shower’s cold. I called the front desk. They sent someone up.” I spun around to face him.
” Why are you so interested in knowing who it was?”
“I just thought…” He smiled, sheepish. Then he held up his phone.
“I saw your post. Everyone’s talking about it.”
“Oh, that.”
“Yeah.” He nodded.
“But you already know I’m married.”
“I know. That’s why I thought it was him in your room.
I thought of Sebastian in his silk pajamas, of the small mountain of condoms on the nightstand.
“Nope. Not him.” I turned around.
“Let’s go. We’re late.
After Eleanor left, Sebastian dropped back onto the pillows, one arm flung over his eyes.
The sheets were still warm where she’d been.
He rolled over, caught her scent on the pillow, and then looked down.
He swore under his breath, glaring at the tent in his pajama trousers.
He shifted, adjusted, then swore again.
His eyes drifted to the nightstand.
There, stacked with smug precision, were the three dozen boxes of condoms.
Delivered far too late to be useful.
He made a mental note to dock the manager’s pay.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Then again.
And again.
He reached for it, thumbed the screen to life.
Three messages. All from Rowan.
First: [So sorry again about the mix-up at dinner. I had no idea someone would photograph us together like that.]
Second: [Just saw your post (and Eleanor’s)! Congratulations! Truly. You two look perfect together.]
Third: [I really hope that misunderstanding didn’t cause any trouble between you and Eleanor. Please tell her I didn’t mean to intrude.]
Sebastian dropped the phone back onto the mattress beside him and stared at the ceiling.
His morning wood was gone.
His phone lit up again, this time with a call.
“The pap from last night cracked,” Cassian said.
“Sang like a choirboy at booking.”
“Sebastian waited for him to continue.
“Okay.”
“I felt bad for the way the dinner turned out. So I called in favors, pulled some strings, got the case-“
“Get to the point.”
“He named your stepmother. Gwendolyn Laurent. She sent someone to tail you, hired the pap to take the photo. Both times. Probably also had someone else posting everything online. I didn’t expect that, honestly.
Cassian didn’t bother sugarcoating anything.
He knew Sebastian couldn’t stand her.
“That twisted old bitch is still at it,” he said.
“You keep throwing money at that family, no wonder they’ve got time to cook up shit like this.”
Sebastian stayed silent, phone pressed tight against his ear.
He waited until Cassian stopped talking.
Then he said, “Got it. I’m not in Skyline this week. Keep an eye on them for me.”
“You got it. Wait-where are you?”
Sebastian was about to say “none of your business,” then he changed his mind.
“You haven’t seen my post?”