“I’d like a separate penthouse for myself tonight.

A different floor — as far from those five rooms as you can put me.” “Of course, ma’am.” “And starting tomorrow at eight in the morning,” I went on, and I felt the words settle into place like stones into a foundation, “I’m revoking my payment authorization for all four of their rooms, their dining, and their spa.” Marcus’s eyes widened, just slightly, the only crack in his professional calm.

“Would you like me to cancel their reservations entirely, Mrs.

Vance?” I looked down at the photo still glowing on my phone, at Julian laughing on that terrace without a care in the world.