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inside behind her.
“There are three bedrooms.”
She was already opening closet doors.
“Right. And I call the best one.”
Ethan laughed. “Let her have it, Maya. She’s our guest.”
“Our guest?” I repeated.
He didn’t hear me.
Frank had walked straight to the bar and was inspecting bottles.
“This included?” he asked.
A staff member nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Frank smiled.continue reading …
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