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“I live here.”
She scowled. “Don’t you live at your office? What time did you come back last night?”
“You sound like a wife already.”
She turned away from him. “I’m looking for coffee.”
“Call room service.”
She made the call, and that sexless voice once again greeted her. It was only when the operator asked if she wanted breakfast that she ordered oatmeal. Since Roth was standing there, watching her, she asked if he wanted something. He shook his head. When she hung up, she said, “These people are amazing.”
“Amazing’s what I pay for,” he said and shrugged back his sleeve to look at his watch. “My plane leaves in two hours. Pack a bag. I have business in Germany, and I want you with me.”
She stared at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“But… I haven’t even unpacked.”
“Good. You don’t need to. And why were you sleeping in the guest bedroom?”
“We need our own space.”
He gestured around them. “This isn’t enough space?”
“It is! But why use the same bedroom when there are so many?”
“We won’t give the staff anything to talk about. We’ll share the same room.”
“Okay, but I can’t go to Germany.”
“Why?”
She pointed at her laptop. “I’m in flow! Finally!”
“You can write while I work.”
She grappled for more excuses. “I want to see Polara, and my attorney could call for me to sign.” When he still didn’t look convinced, she added, “And don’t you want me to call Dai about the dress thing?”
He raised a brow. “Dress thing?”
She grimaced and waved a hand. “You know…” She didn’t want to say “wedding” because it would make it too real. At the moment, her mind was allowing her to float partly in reality and partly in fiction, so she was neither here nor there, and that was how she wanted to stay.
He cocked his head as he surveyed her. “You’re different today.”
“I wrote last night.”
His eyes drifted to her laptop. “Book five is coming along?”
She stiffened. “Yes.”
“You figure out what happens to my character yet?”
She leaned against the island and crossed her arms. “A knife-wielding hooker cuts off your penis, and you bleed to death in a dirty motel in Vietnam?”
He strolled toward her and leaned down to whisper in her ear, “You don’t want to disappoint your fans, do you?”
She shoved him. “This is my book, not yours!”
