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“Of course,” she says. “Thank you for letting me know.”

Then her gaze flickers to mine, and she groans.

“I don’t like you,” she tells me, and I don’t know why, but it makes me smile.

“You’re so annoying,” she says.

“But …” I encourage her. I can feel the but coming.

“But I don’t want to have to deal with my brothers or your sister if something were to happen to you because I sent you back out on the road in a snowstorm.”

“That’s awfully sweet of you, Sunny.”

Her glare hardens for a sliver of a moment, and then, as if she remembers she’s in a room full of guests who can see her, she smooths her expression.

“You’re sleeping on my couch.”

“Don’t you have a spare room?” I ask.

I may not have ever been to her house, but I know it’s one of the cabins on the property.

“Nope. You get the couch.”

“Noted,” I say and stand up. “Lead the way.”

Grace rolls her eyes, and I smile.

Does it make me a questionable human to know that I enjoy every single one of her expressions, even the ones filled with distaste toward me?

Probably a little.

Chapter

Three

GRACE

This is turning out to be the worst snowstorm ever, and I’m not just talking about the weather.

Am I really about to let the Preston King into my safe space?

I glance over my shoulder to see him following me with a smirk on his stupid, handsome face.

Yes, it seems that I am.

We pause at the front desk, and Mason’s eyes meet mine for a split second before he returns his attention to his computer screen as he helps another guest.

“Everything good, Miss Richford?” he asks, remaining professional since there are people all around us.

I start to reply, until I see the small smile on his face.

This time, his gaze flickers between me and Preston, who is waiting quietly behind me.

I give him my best reassuring smile. “Everything is wonderful. Thank you.”

He chuckles. “If you say so. I’ll call if we need you again. Thank you for assisting during the rush.”

His smile widens, and lord only knows what he’s thinking.