TO DENY A LUNA
She had another thing coming.
Elysia, the other girl who worked the front desk, ran out too, waving her arms wildly in protest. My guy, Jard, didn’t spare her a glance. With a calm professionalism, he stepped out of the cab and walked to the front of the hotel truck. He was a big man, built like a mountain, and Zoe barely reached his shoulder.
I watched her demand he leave, that he was trespassing on private property.
“Can’t help you there, miss,” he said, his voice flat. “This vehicle’s been flagged for removal due to multiple defects.”
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