“That’ll be difficult.”
“I hate this trip.”
“No you don’t.”
Unfortunately—
that confidence again.
And worse?
He was right.
A knock interrupted the moment.
I nearly jumped off the bed.
“Room service,” a voice called politely outside.
Adrian glanced toward the door.
“You ordered breakfast?”
“No?”
Another pause.
Then Adrian sighed softly.
“Daniel.”
My eyes widened instantly.
“That snake.”
Adrian got up calmly and opened the suite door.
Two hotel staff members entered carrying trays of food that looked expensive enough to require legal documentation.
Fresh fruit. Pastries. Coffee. Pancakes. Eggs.
And flowers.
Why were there flowers?
One employee smiled politely.
“Complimentary couple breakfast package.”
I choked instantly.
Adrian looked completely unbothered.
“Thank
