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I shake my head, disbelieving. “I can’t believe this.”

“Worked out well for me too.” His quick grin is sexy as hell. “This way, you still owe me a favor.”

“There’s an expiry date on those.”

“No such thing.”

Harrison lifts me into his arms, and my legs go around him.

He tastes like sun and sand and man, and when he claims my mouth, my arms wind around his neck without permission.

I kiss him back, with relief and love and the kind of hope I never thought I’d feel.

Barney barks, and we reluctantly part. I frown, reaching for his collar. It matches the luggage.

“Barney’s coming?” I demand.

“Charter leaves tomorrow. If you’d rather avoid a man you hate, you can fly commercial.”

I grin. “How terrible.”

He kisses me again, pushing me back toward the bed, and we find a spot between the luggage. I kick at one of the bags, and there’s a loud bang as it crashes to the floor.

The espresso maker.

I look guiltily up at Harrison.

“Oh, you’re in trouble now,” he murmurs before his mouth descends.

EPILOGUE

RAE

Six months later

The crowd is amazing.

From my raised platform, I get a look over the top of the dance floor to the booths circling the floor at the Vegas club.

In the two months since my residency started, each time I take the stage, my mind is blown again.

Still, tonight is special.

I take a sip of the vodka soda in front of me, the buzz going to my head. I spent my life keeping secrets, but suddenly I have news, and I can’t wait to share it.

The nearest booth is occupied by half a dozen execs in suits with Harrison in the center.

I take advantage of my angle and drink him in. His sharp jaw and nose, firm mouth, muscled shoulders and chest beneath the custom suit.

I send a text quickly after a transition.

Rae: Charm them yet?

He glances at his phone, typing with a smirk.

Harrison: That’s your job.

He shoots me a hot look and pockets the device before returning to his conversation.

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