I drove six hours to check into my new luxury resort, only for the front desk clerk to toss a keycard at my feet.

A woman traveling alone, carrying her own bag, with none of the visible markers of elite status he had been trained to recognize.

The smile that should have been automatic never appeared.

Instead, Justin squared his shoulders, subtly blocking the screen, and leaned forward with both hands on the mahogany counter. A territorial stance.

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