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I nod and let go of the pillow. Grace gets comfortable but doesn’t move far.

“That’s fair. Now, let’s get to bed. We have an early flight to catch.”

“Okay.” She smiles at me.

“Go to sleep, Sunny.”

She lets out another one of those flirty giggles and then rolls to her other side, facing away from me.

“Good night, Preston.”

It doesn’t take me long to fall asleep, and I have a feeling it has something to do with the smile on my face and the woman lying next to me.

I wake to the sound of glass clinking. I roll over, my arm reaching out for Grace, but it only hits the empty bed beside me.

I blink my eyes open.

Where is she?

Sitting up, I rub a hand over my face and glance at the clock on my nightstand. We’ve been asleep for only two hours. How is she awake right now?

I flip the covers off and grab my sweats, pulling them on over my underwear before I head out of my room and down the hall to where a light is on.

I round the corner to find Grace leaning against the back of the kitchen counter, her phone in one hand, biting the fingers of the other, her focus dead set on her screen. A wrinkle appears on her forehead.

I step closer to make my presence known.

She jumps but doesn’t make a sound.

Quickly setting her phone face down on the counter beside her, she asks, “Did I wake you up?”

I don’t answer her right away, but I do reach for her phone to see what has put that perplexed expression on her face.

I roll my eyes and set the phone back down.

“Grace.”

“I know, I know, okay”—she holds up her hands—“I promise I’m trying, but everyone just has so much to say about us.”

“Who cares? We know what we’re doing.”

I lean back on the counter beside her and nudge her with my elbow. That’s when my gaze spots the blue bag my assistant left on my table.

I move for it, aware that Grace is watching me.

I reach in and pull out the small box.

She sucks in a breath. “Is that what I think it is?”

I nod. “I should have had it here sooner.”

I hold it out for her, but she steps back.

“Is it real?”

I chuckle. “Of course it’s real.”

“You should have ordered a fake one. I can’t put a real ring on my finger.”