_Author’s POV_Eden stood in the lobby of his hotel, his luggage already packed and waiting by the concierge desk. His flight back to New York was scheduled for that evening, and he couldn’t leave Argentina fast enough. The past few days had been a disaster, the photos with Sienna, the constant media attention, the growing complications with a deal that should have been straightforward.He just wanted to go home.“Eden!”He closed his eyes briefly, recognizing the voice before he even turned around.Sienna walked toward him, looking elegant in a cream-colored dress and heels. She smiled warmly, as if they were old friends running into each other by chance, not two people with a complicated history who should probably avoid each other.“Leaving already?” she asked, glancing at his luggage.“My business here is finished.”“I see.” She tilted her head, studying him. “Well, before you go, would you have dinner with me? Just one dinner. For old times’ sake. As friends.”Eden’s jaw tightene
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