Two rows of men and women flanked both sides of the grand entrance, bowing as Rapha and Niya stepped into the building.She was still trying to control how weird she felt about the convoy outside. A whole circus act of cars and men in suits with comms tucked into their ears, it felt like something out of a movie. Apparently, this was just how Rapha moved. He hadn’t told her what that place was or why, and she hadn’t asked, not after what happened in the kitchen. Pushing him now felt like lighting a match near a leaking gas line.“Welcome, Mr. Fowler,” a host greeted, bowing before gliding aside.He didn’t respond, just turned to look at Niya.And she, like an idiot, was caught rubbernecking the place. It reminded her of the hotel she’d stayed at in Savannah, only grander. But what if it was a hotel? Was this supposed to be some kind of surprise? Why would he bring her to a hotel?Niya swallowed.“This way, please,” a server gestured.Rapha slid his fingers between hers and pulled her
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