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“That was incredible,” she sighs.

“You have no idea,” I pant before sliding my arm under her body and dragging her on top of me. Sleep comes quickly for her, but my mind is swirling with what tomorrow will bring.

***

The sun isn’t up yet, but the orange hue is starting to appear over the horizon. Sliding out of bed, I check my messages. Marco needs me to call him so I go into my home office and press call.

“What’s going on?”

“I’ve got a lot of information this morning. Guess who checked into the hotel yesterday morning.”

“Charles Ellis?”

“Yes. He checked in with an extra suitcase as well. I didn’t get a good look at the bag, but since it had pink flowers on it, I’m assuming it wasn’t his.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“I’m still digging, but I have to wait for the company to open to verify it’s his limo that Mrs. Bates saw.”

“Sure. Text me any time.”

“By the way, you should call your mother before the gossips find out about your lady friend.”

“She’s going to be my wife soon. Well, I hope soon. I just have to convince her to stay, so when I do that, I’ll call my mom.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know if there’s anything else.”

“Good.” I end the call and sneak back into the bedroom to check on my future wife. Cassandra is sprawled out on her back with one leg bent and the sheet covering her chest. Like a man obsessed, I stare at her as she sleeps, unaware that I’m stalking. Smiling with my heart full, I could get used to this. I will get used to this. One thing’s for sure—I’m not ready to let her go.

It’s the early hours of the morning and according to my staff, everything is still in great condition. Nothing that the maintenance team can’t handle, so I’m going to spend the day with Cassandra and show her all the wonderful things that Spring has to offer, so she’ll stay with me.

My phone rings in my pocket. “Cain,” I answer without looking at it.

“Jamison, we have a problem. There’s a guy here looking for your woman.”

“What?” I snap out, teeth clenched.

“Yeah, he says she should have been a guest at the hotel. They told him she wasn’t registered, and now he’s called the cops. Locke’s here, and of course everyone in spitting distance is watching.”

“Okay. We’ll be down there soon.” I end the call and then nudge my sleeping beauty. “Sweetheart, wake up.”

“What’s going on?” she grumbles, looking ridiculously adorable. I lean in and press my lips to hers. She moans and slips her arms around my neck. “Jamison.”

“Good morning, Cassandra. I need you to wake up. We have an issue.” Her sweet smile disappears, and anger floods her face.

“Oh, no. Is this where you kick me out?” she hisses, tossing off the covers.

I climb on the bed, pinning her down with my body before she moves another inch. Her hard nipples graze my shirt, and I wish I didn’t have it on. “God, no. Sweetheart, someone’s at the hotel looking for you.”

“Oh goodness. Why? I should have left my phone on and dealt with them before they decided to show up.”

“You’re a grown woman,” I snarl, biting on her bottom lip before slipping my tongue along hers until she caves and melts under me.

I pull back as we take a breather. “You’re right,” she sighs, running her fingers through the hair on the sides of my head. “Do we have to see them?”

Caressing her cheek, I shake my head. “Not if you don’t want to, but as the owner, I have to speak with the police, who the asshole called.”

“Fine, but I should turn on my phone and check in with them, so they’ll leave without causing any more trouble.”

She stretches and then slides out of bed, letting the sheet fall. I groan as she walks over to where I tossed my shirt and then she slips it on, covering her sexy body from me, but she only looks hotter in my clothes. I can’t stop the possessive thoughts that run through my head. Especially because I know it’s that fuck Charles looking for her. I should have had her tell him to fuck off last night.

I follow her into the living room as she grabs her phone and powers it up. It’s beeping crazy with different notifications, and then it’s ringing. “Oh shit. They aren’t playing.” I stand next to her to see Charles on the screen. “What do I say?”

“I would go with the truth, but you can leave out the sex if it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

“Okay. Thanks.” I rub her back and pull her into my lap.

“Hello,” she says with a hesitation that pisses me off because she shouldn’t be intimidated by that prick.

“Sandy, where are you? Are you safe? I knew I shouldn’t have let you go on your own,” he shouts. I feel her tense up, and I want to smash his face in.