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WHEN Lacey agreed to share Suro’s bed until Christmas in exchange for him stopping his investigation and giving her the key, she thought she was getting the better end of the bargain. Great s*x and the time and money she needed to hatch an escape plan. All she had to do was keep her heart firmly locked away in the box she’d put it in when her father died ten years ago.
And that should have been easy enough. Suro was great in bed, but he wasn’t exactly warm or even all that romantic. She doubted he’d send her flowers or fill her ears with pretty words like Hector Jr. had.
And she had been right. Suro remained as silent as ever, rarely speaking unless she asked him a question. And then he only responded in monosyllables. Her: “How was your day, Suro?” Him: “Fine.” However, this only ma
