Chapter Thirty-Six

Cassie

Cassie's neck hurt the next day, and her back had a cramp that she couldn't stretch out.

The couch was not nearly as comfortable to sleep on as she'd expected. After a few hours, the once soft couch became too soft to be supportive. The blanket was too light, and every time the air conditioning kicked on, she got cold. The pillows were too small and decorative to be useful for actual sleep.

She'd nearly gotten up and gone to the bedroom several times, but each time her pride and spite got the best of her.

The fact that Wyatt would call Lorna her friend rankled. His dismissive attitude toward her job infuriated her. Sure, she wasn't a billionaire. She was just a hotel manager, but she had worked hard at it. She'd followed the rules. Didn't that mean something?

Why did she have to give it all up?

It wasn't fair. She wanted to be with Wyatt, but she didn't want to give up her life to do it.

She pretended to be asleep when Wyatt left the bedroom in the morning. He came out wearing