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“We’ll leave as soon as I finish going through these reports, which will likely be in two hours or so.”
I move further into his office. “Okay, but why?”
“To visit your father’s grave.”
I frown some more. “Today?”
His impatience flares. “Adeline, we’re wasting time. Let me get through these reports—”
“No.” I put my hand up to stop him as I stand across from him at his desk. “I’ve woken up to you bossing me around about visiting my father’s grave, a man I only just discovered exists last night. I’m still trying to wrap my mind around that, let alone wrap it around getting on a plane and going to visit his grave. You’re going to have to give me a minute.”
It’s his turn to frown. “You don’t want to go today.” It’s not a question. It’s more of a ‘fuck, I didn’t consider that’ statement.
I have an overwhelming desire to go and sit on his lap, put my arms around his neck, and tell him I’m grateful for everything he’s doing. But I don’t. That feels a lot like something I’d do if this was a real relationship. It’s definitely not something I should do in a fake marriage.
Instead, I give him a smile. “I hadn’t considered it, but now that you’ve suggested it, I think I’d like to go.” I pause before softly adding, “Thank you.”
“Jeff prepared Nutella rolls for you.”
Warmth fills all my spots that usually keep everything out while protecting me from things that will only end up hurting me. “You asked him to make me Nutella rolls?”
His gaze settles on me in a way it hasn’t already. A way I really like. It’s the kind of gaze that makes me feel safe, and protected, and cared for. “Yes. I imagine Nutella will be high on your list today.”
And there goes another sliver.
I go in search of the Nutella rolls and eat more than I should. I don’t regret one mouthful.
I then shower, dress, and pack for our trip.
We leave New York at midday and arrive at Jameson’s Vegas hotel just before 3:00 p.m. I’ve never stayed in one of his hotels and am immediately impressed.
It’s luxury and sophistication that isn’t over the top with its cream and gold design.
“You need to do everything you can to keep whoever designed this hotel,” I say as we step into the private elevator to take us up to the penthouse. His security team have gone ahead of us, so we’re alone.
“You approve?”
Usually, I would say my approval means very little to him, but today, I hear something in this voice that tells me maybe it does mean something. “Yes. Very much so.”
His eyes tell me I didn’t misread him.
He likes that I approve.
And I like that he likes it.
Holy fuck, why is my heart starting to feel like it’s missing too many slivers?
“Do you want to rest before we go to the cemetery?” he asks, opening the door of the suite for me to enter.
I stop for a moment when I step inside. The penthouse is exquisite and takes my breath away. I’m looking at floor-to-ceiling windows that give a spectacular view out over Vegas.
I walk into the suite, looking at the view for a few moments before turning back to Jameson. “No. I want to go now.”
He takes our bags into the bedroom, and I look around the penthouse.
It’s endless marble and opulence with a cantilevered pool on the terrace that makes the most of the view, a sauna, a massage room, a gym, dining for twelve, a twelve-seat bar, a walk-in steam shower, two bedrooms, and jetted deep-soak tubs that are calling to me.
“I’ll bring you back here in the summer,” Jameson says when he joins me at the window in front of the pool. “You’ll enjoy swimming here then.”
