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“Good evening, Mr. MacKellar,” Emily said. “These ladies are staying with us for a few days.”
“Karissa,” I breathed.
She turned to me. “I had no idea, I promise you. I would never have made a reservation here if I knew.”
“You’re staying here?” Trent asked. His gaze drifted from my face to my rounded belly. I was definitely showing, but anyone who didn’t know me could have thought I was just overweight. Trent clearly knew the truth.
“We’re going to take those keys real quick. Thanks for your help, Emily,” Karissa said. She shoved me from behind, snapping me out of my daze.
I looked back at Trent. He was watching us walk away and not looking happy about it at all.
“Did you know he lived here? Or owned the hotel? Or whatever? Why is he here? What the hell is going on?” I hissed.
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