My innocent persona isn’t fake. I am as innocent as Cade believes. The only problem is… he thinks I’m pretending.
Sunday morning, he ordered a buffet of food delivered to the hotel room. Stacks of pancakes, fresh fruit, whipped cream, bacon and sausages, eggs of every variety, toast and tiny designer jam packets.
“Are we having more people?” I asked, swip…
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