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I WAS DAZED AND HAPPY THE NEXT MORNINGwhen I climbed into my outfit from the previous day and prepared to head out to my apartment so I could shower and change for another day of work. It didn’t feel like work when I was spending all of my time flirting with Jax from afar.

“Come back to bed,” Jax muttered, his face pressed into the pillows. He was a sight to behold in all of his naked glory. “I’m not ready to get up.”

“I have no choice.” I glanced at the window. It was getting lighter later in the day now, which meant the gloom outside was deceiving. “If I don’t go now, we’ll risk someone seeing me.”

“I don’t want you to go.” He made a grab for me and missed. “You need to start bringing some clothes here so you can sleep in and get ready for work here. It’s a waste for you to go home.”

“Um … that’s going to be hard to explain.”

“I don’t care. The bed is sad without you.” His exaggerated tone made me laugh.

“I’ll see what I can come up with.” I leaned over him and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Maybe we can figure something out.” I wasn’t just talking about the clothes at this point.

“Then come back to bed,” he whined.

“I can’t. I have a lot to do today, and everybody will know if I wear the same outfit.” I moved away from him. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”

“I miss you already,” he muttered.

I was still smiling when I pulled open his door and came face to face with Tammy. I had no idea what she was doing on Jax’s floor, or why she was so close to his room, but there was no putting this particular cat back in the bag. Instead, I pretended that it wasn’t out of the ordinary for me to be leaving Jax’s room at seven in the morning and tugged the door shut behind me.

It was just a normal day at the Hunter Hotel.

“Good morning, Tammy,” I said briskly as I started down the hallway.

“Good morning,” she replied. There was no brightness to her tone. “What are you doing here?”

I didn’t answer. Instead, I pointed myself toward the elevator.

The jig was definitely up. Now we were going to have to manage the fallout. What would that even look like?

21

TWENTY-ONE

Ithought I would get another hour of sleep. I needed it. I didn’t regret my time with Daisy—not for a single second—but she was wearing me out. In the best possible way, of course.

I was drifting back toward dreamland when my phone rang with an incoming call.

I didn’t bother to look and see who was calling before answering. “Hello.” My voice was sleepy.

“Tammy saw me.”

It wasn’t hard to identify the voice as belonging to Daisy. “If you’re going to keep talking to me, get your ass back in this bed. I can think of a few other conversations that I would rather have.”

Daisy didn’t jump at the chance, no matter what I was hoping. “Tammy saw me coming out of your room.”

She sounded frantic enough that I pushed thoughts of more sleep out of my head and rolled to a sitting position. “When?” I asked dumbly.

“Just now. She was loitering in your hallway when I opened the door. She was just out there … like a stalking stalker.”

“At seven in the morning?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“How should I know? I didn’t stick around to ask what she was doing.”

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