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It was a little strange to be crashing here at Tony’s house, but Cassandra told herself that it was a big place, and the room he occupied was all the way at the end of the upstairs hallway, with two other bedrooms — one used as a sort of office, and the other a workout space, from what she could tell — sandwiched in between. He shouldn’t be able to hear her coming and going from the bathroom across the hall, and she doubted she’d be able to hear anything he was doing, either, unless he turned out to be the world’s biggest snorer.
This was definitely not how she’d planned to end her day. By now, she should have been back in Phoenix, and the books should have been safely stored in the library Zoe had built onto the back of her big hacienda-style house in Scottsdale. That task done, Cassa
