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He didn’t behave himself all that well. Hell, he didn’t even tell me the whole truth about his ‘place.’ It wasn’t a place at all, but a fancy hotel a few blocks down. I stopped in front of the short flight of stairs that led up to the four front glass doors. “This isn’t behaving,” I scolded him.
He shrugged and offered me his hand. “It’s my place right now. I’m only in town for a business deal.”
I frowned and glanced at the doorman. “If you see me in the papers under the obituaries, tell the police about this guy, will ya?”
The doorman did a terrible job of hiding his snicker, but nodded. “Will do, miss.”
“All right, I’m ready.” I took his hand and he led me to the elevators. We got on and he pressed the number seven on the panel. “Lucky number?” I guessed.
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