A Guest Claimed Her Fiancé Owned The Hotel—So I Made One Call

argued. I’d just nodded and told her we’d do it the right way—witnesses, a notary, everything proper.

Now Franklin spoke as if I’d dragged a confused old woman into signing away her life.

Austin watched me from across the room, hands folded, mouth relaxed into a smug half-smile. He looked like someone who thought he was about to be handed a trophy.

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