I turned and opened the door and stopped short.
“Emily?”
She stood there wearing the sweetest smile she always put on for the cameras. Her blonde hair was softly curled, her makeup flawless, and her expensive casual outfit was clearly not something she’d thrown on by accident. Before I could stop her, Emily strolled into the room as if it belonged to her.
“Smooth flight, Liam?” she asked, walking over to the sofa and sitting down casually, crossing her legs with practiced elegance.
I closed the door a little harder than necessary. “Emily.
How are you here?”
She shrugged. “By plane. What, did you think l teleported?”
I shook my head, keeping my voice flat. “That’s not what I’ meant. How did you know I was staying at this hotel?”


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