PART 2: Liv stared at Dominic Cain through the rain-streaked windshield
PART 2: Liv stared at Dominic Cain through the rain-streaked windshield and tried very hard not to imagine the bed. Unfortunately, her imagination had always been an overachiever, especially when exhausted, wet, and trapped in a car with a man who looked like he belonged on the cover of a magazine called Billionaires Who Ruin Your Judgment. The storm roared around them, turning the two-lane road outside Asheville, North Carolina, into a black ribbon of water and headlights.
“One room,” she repeated.
Dominic nodded once. “One bed.”
“Of course,” Liv said, laughing without humor. “Because apparently the universe took a look at my professional boundaries and said, ‘Let’s make this weird.’”
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