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Nancy took them, sliding a key from behind the desk. “Top floor, corner suite. Best view in town.”

I didn’t miss the way she watched me as she handed the key over. Like she saw right through me.

Like she knew exactly why I was here.

“Enjoy your stay,” she said simply, then disappeared into the back.

Samuel’s hand found the small of my back, guiding me toward the stairs. My body hummed under his touch, every step ratcheting up the tension that coiled between us.

The second we walked through the door, the air shifted.

I barely had time to register the room—dim lighting, crisp white sheets, the faint creak of the wooden floor—before Samuel was on me.

His hands skimmed my hips, his mouth claiming mine with a slow, aching hunger.

I melted into it, fingers tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer.

This was what I needed.

No past. No future.

Just this moment.

CHAPTER TWO

Sadie

Samuel hadme backed against the door, his body a furnace against mine, his gaze locking onto me.

A knowing smile tugged at his lips before he kissed me again, hot and demanding.

My fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt as I pulled him closer, desperate for more. He groaned against my mouth, hands sliding down to grip my hips.

“You’re eager, darlin’,” he murmured against my mouth, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before sucking it between his own. “I like that.”

I rolled my hips against him, relishing the way he tensed, the way his fingers dug into my waist. “Then stop talking and do something about it.”

Samuel chuckled, dark and low. “Oh, I plan to.”

His hands skimmed beneath my shirt, fingers dragging over my ribs as he lifted the fabric over my head.

The second it hit the floor, his movements stilled.

Then, his thumb brushed along my side, his touch featherlight as he traced the scar there.

I tensed, the heat between us momentarily forgotten. I knew what he saw—a jagged, pale mark stretching just beneath my ribs, a painful reminder of a past I rarely spoke about.

“What happened?”

“It’s nothing,” I said automatically, my fingers twitching toward my shirt, suddenly wanting to cover up. “Old news.”

He caught my wrist before I could reach it, his grip firm but gentle. “Sadie.”

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to meet his gaze.

There was no pity there—just quiet understanding.

“There was an accident… that’s all,” I admitted.

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