Embraced By The Billionaire
“Keep your phone in your pocket, on an open line to me, at all times. If I hear anything—anything at all—that sounds like trouble, I’m coming in. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” she said, though she hoped it wouldn’t be necessary.
They arrived in Havenwood just before noon. It was exactly as Marcus had described: a town preserved in amber, quaint and quiet. They bypassed the charming local inn, following Marcus’s instructions to the letter, and checked into a drab, anonymous motel on the outskirts of town called ‘The Sleepy Hollow.’ The room was clean but smelled faintly of pine-scented disinfectant and old regrets.
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