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

hear him. “Since you won’t be needing it here.”

“I would highly advise against touching my property again,” I said, my voice as hard as the marble floor beneath us.

Justin rolled his eyes, but he didn’t drop the ID into the trash. He tossed it carelessly back onto the counter, where it slid and bumped against my knuckles.

I didn’t move my hand. I didn’t continue reading …