Celeste’s POVSeveral knocks came at the door. At first, I thought they were part of my dream. But then, my eyes popped open and I saw that I was still in the hotel room. Groaning, I rolled onto my stomach and buried my face into the pillow. My phone buzzed somewhere beneath the sheets—too late, obviously. I squinted at the clock and swore.I had overslept.“Coming,” I called hoarsely, dragging myself upright. My hair was a disaster. My mouth tasted like hotel coffee and bad decisions. I grabbed the nearest robe, tied it crookedly, and shuffled toward the door.It was probably Michael. Or Harper. One of them, judging me silently already.I yanked the door open.And froze.Damien Vaughn stood there, impeccably dressed, coffee in one hand, the picture of composed menace and control——and then he took one look at me and broke.He laughed. Actually laughed.“Oh my God,” I said faintly. “No. No. What are you even doing here?”“Good morning to you too,” he said, eyes openly amused as they
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