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It took all my might not to wrap my arms around him and hold my body to his. He caressed my cheeks and lowered his lips to mine for a brief kiss. “I’ll be back, Memphis Jane.”

“I’ll be waiting, my suave tutor.” A little bit of Memphis had instigated that comment, and I instantly regretted the ridiculousness of it.

“Is that what you call me?”Even in the dimmed lights of the parking lot, hisgrin was impressive.

I’m such an idiot.I nodded.

“I like it. Now, off you go, or I’ll have to tear your clothes off and teach you another lesson.”

Before I did something stupid and allowed him to make good on that threat, I kissed his cheek and tossed my bag over my shoulder, and withmy hat in my hand, I walked up the ramp to the front of the building.

Back in my room, I went to the bath, turned on the taps, and pouredina good slosh of the new bubble bath Marjorie had bought me.I undressedandremoved what little makeup I had on and brushed my teeth.

I grabbed my diary and rested it on the edge of the tub, along with a fresh cup of green tea. Before the bath had filled, I slipped into the warm water. The muscles in my body quickly unraveled as the tumbling water raised the level higher with each second.

Sitting up, I reached for my diary and turned to the 24th of August. At the top, I wroteHenry Addison, Room 10, and next to that, I wroteSoaring to New Heights.

That was exactly what today was, and not just because of that wonderful joyride.

I wrote in great detail about how Henry could produce orgasms that were unparalleled by any other. I’d had many orgasms this year, but somehow, the ones with him were a level above the others.

Was that because of what he did, or was it because of how I felt about him?

Am I falling in love with Henry?

Was I prepared to fall in love with a man who may not want more children?

I closed my diary and lowered into the bath. With my toe in the faucet to stifle theflow of water, I pondered those questions.

Was I willing to sacrifice having children to marry the man I loved?

Love was about sacrifice. . . but was I prepared to sacrifice that?

Chapter Twenty-One

As the elevator crawleddownto the lobby, I tugged my hair into a high ponytail. I checked my reflection and wished I’d applied foundation, as my freckles were having a little party on my cheeks tonight.The slight bags under my eyeswere a perfect representation ofhow tired I felt.

I didn’t sleep well today.

For some reason, I just hadn’t been able to switch my brain off for long enough to get a deep sleep. Hopefully, tonight will be busy; otherwise, I was likely to faceplant on the desk and stay there.

Before the elevator dinged, a dull noise emanated from the usually quiet lobby. The doors opened to dozens of people milling about, and they all appeared to be in their early twenties or so.

That’s right. . . twenty-nine rooms had been booked by the Southern Cross University in Sydney.It looked like my wish for a busy nightwas about tobe granted after all.

Marjorie looked up from her seat at reception and smiled at me.

“Hey, Marj, how was your day?”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s been crazy.”

“Everything okay, though?”

“Yes, except for these bloodyunistudents. They’re a noisy bunch. They’ve been coming and going all day. Oh, andthere’sa couple of weirdos in the bar asking for Memphis.”

A couple?I gripped the counter, fearing my legs would buckle beneath me. “Oh, really?”

“Yep. I don’t know who this Memphis woman is, but I’m beginning to believe John. Maybe we do have a lady of the night lurking here.”

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