"I'm at the St. Regis, honey. Just checked in twenty minutes ago," Zachary’s voice came through the speaker. He sounded calm and perfectly natural.Before I could ask anything, the call switched to video. Zachary’s face filled the screen. He looked as handsome as ever—sharp jawline, warm brown eyes, and that slight smile that always made my heart race. But it was the background that made me stop breathing.He wasn’t at the Plaza Hotel in Manhattan like the news broadcast had shown. He was in a luxury room with classic mahogany wood, elegant gold lighting, and a thick navy-gold carpet. Behind him, a white bathrobe with gold embroidery lay on the king-size bed: The St. Regis Chicago.He wore the same white shirt he’d left in, just without the tie and with the top two buttons open. His dark brown hair was slightly messy from the trip, which only made him look better.“See? My secretary picked a room with a view of the Chicago River,” Zachary said, panning the camera toward the glittering
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