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They got rid of the concierge as quickly as possible. It was amazing how quickly people fled when you started to make out.
When the door to their cottage finally clicked shut, she and Jake were in a tight clinch, lips so close she felt his warm breath. It was so hard to make herself pull away from that delicious full-body contact. Crazy thoughts flitted through her brain.
Did they have to be “friends?” Did they have to “investigate”? Couldn’t they just hole up in this fabulous luxury “cottage,” with its Jacuzzi and its princess bed, its plasma TVs and fully stocked bar, and simply lose themselves in each other?
Lyle Guero hadn’t paid a fortune for this place so they could have a romantic getaway, she reminded herself. Back to reality. She pulled out of their embrace and patted him o
