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He was gazing at her, a thoughtful look on his face

"Cade? Buckle up" When he just continued to study her, she wondered if he was an "out of it" kind of drunk He probably wouldn’t re, any of it So she reached across the car and pulled his seat belt over his legs Her hands accidentally brushed over his groin, and she jerked away "Oh, God, sorry!"

"S’okay," he told her, voice strangely husky "I’ll get it"

She waited as he fuet it snapped in place That done, she nodded at him and turned the car on "Okay Nohat hotel are you staying at?"

"Peninsula"

Of course It was only theat a chain hotel while Daphne herself stayed soht," Kylie said, easing the car forward "Let’s get you home, then"

The drive to the hotel was an easy one--even the Chicago streets weren’t terrible at three in theShe pulled up to the front of the massive hotel and the valet irabbed her purse and then hurried over to Cade’s side He’d been quiet on the drive, and she wondered if he was half-asleep

But he got out of the car just fine He leaned on Kylie as they headed into the hotel, and then draped an arm over her shoulders And since he was tipsy, she allowed it She was sure he didn’t irls like her

"Floor?" she asked hi doors of the hotel

"Eighteen"

She nodded and steered them toward the elevator The doors shut and they were alone She looked up at Cade, only to see hilazed fascination It was a little inti She patted his chest with her free hand and s seereat, actually," heasleep?"

"Not sleepy at all"

They got up to the eighteenth floor and she gazed around her in vague wonder Thereweren’t many doors on this floor "Which room is yours?" These looked suspiciously like the penthouse suites Which shouldn’t have been surprising, given that he was trying to gift Daphne Petty with a car on a whi all this opulence made her a little self-conscious Just another reuy draped over her shoulders ay out of her league

Cade pointed at a door down the hall and she led hi on her ot to the door and she looked at hiave her an interested look "Don’t suppose I could convince you to reach in and get it forwith her? The man must have been truly plastered "That’s very sweet," she told hi," he murmured

"You’re drunk," she told him "You wouldn’t hit on me sober"

"Just because I’m drunk doesn’t mean I don’t have taste," he told her But he fished his keycard out of one pocket, winked at her, and then slid it across the scanner

The door chi her feeling oddly bereft "Want to coe ? Probably a bad idea "I really shouldn’t"

"Just for a bit? I could use the coer She wasn’t thrilled about heading into the wilds of Chicago late at night by her lonesome, and she’d alanted to see a penthouse And Cade was harht wish it, heh "Just for a "

"You want a drink?" he asked, stepping into the suite "I’m sure I have athe door behind her and trying not to stare at his hotel room

It wascrazy Crazy and ridiculous and utterly opulent The beige carpet was thick underneath her shoes and the furniture shiny and new Art--real art, not ugly hotel prints--hung on the walls, illu doors led off to another "wing" of his suite, and as she stepped into the living room, she chuckled "Is that a piano?"