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

Justin’s jaw tightened. He placed both hands firmly on the counter, leaning over it, his face flushing dark red with anger.

“Get out of my lobby,” Justin ordered, his voice echoing off the high glass windows. “Right now. Before I call security and have you physically removed.”

CHAPTER 2

The plastic keycard lay on the polished marble, its sharp white edges continue reading …