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I scan his sweatshirt, hood hiding his dark brown hair. “You’d do better wearing an actualcostume.”

His shoulders bind. “Clark Kent only wears glasses and a fuckingsuit.”

My brows spike. “Did you just compare yourself toSuperman?”

“Fuck off.” He almost starts smiling, but he sighs roughly instead. “Seriously,Farrow…”

I block out Thatcher, the rest of Omega, and anyone else who’d say or do differently—and I’m dying to give my client what he needs, and right now, he needsair.

Decisionmade.

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FARROW KEENE

“What name is your reservation under?”a tiny hotel receptionist asks me. Round glasses fall down her aquiline nose, and wispy red hair curls around her ears. She’s the only one in the marble lobby, the elevators insight.

“Farrow Keene.” I pass the twenty-something girl a creditcard.

Next to me, Maximoff stretches his quad muscles and cracks a crick in his neck. I know what heneeds.

“Is the hotel pool open 24-hours?” I askher.

Maximoff tries to control himself from looking in my direction, but even with sunglasses, his expression is easy to read. Mouth upturned, neck a little reddened, desire flexing his muscles—it’s pureattraction.

Towardsme.

Damn.

I swallow hard. His lack of restraint is killing me. I comb a hand through myhair.

“The hotel pool,” the girl repeats while typing on the computer and swiping the credit card. “Oh, um…” She pushes up her glasses. “We drained the pool yesterday to fix the lining. I’m sorry, but we have complimentary breakfast and freeinternet.”

“That’s perfect,” Maximoff says, sounding sincere. If he’s downtrodden about the pool, he doesn’t leton.

The girl busies herself with key cards, not aware that a celebrity just spoke to her. “Great, great.” She slides an envelope across the counter. “Your block of rooms is ready. Do you need help with yourbags?”

“We’re good.” I take the envelope and creditcard.

“Thanks for your help,” Maximoff tells thegirl.

“Oh, wait, um.” She raises a finger inthought.

Maximoffsolidifies.

I lean against the counter and unwrap a piece of gum. There’s a very,verygoodlikelihood that she’ll recognize him in the next five minutes. I’ve already acceptedthis.

“Are you here for business or pleasure? We have an excellent guidebook of Cleveland if you’re sightseeing. Let me just…” She crouches to find a brochure in thecabinet.

Maximoff puts his arm on the counter. “We’re just here fortomorrow—”

“Izzy!” A girl rushes out of the backemployees onlyroom, dressed in an identical blue blazer, and she waves her cellphone. Squealing. “Izzy, Izzy, you have to seethis!”

Maximoff rotates, his back tothem.

Izzy clears her throat and whispers, “We have guests,Sana.”

Sana swings her head to me. “Oh my God, I’msosorry…” Her voice trails off, and she eyes my neck tattoos and my lip, nose, and brow piercing, plus my earring. She presses her lips together to keep from smiling. “Sorry, it’s just that the H.M.C. FanConannounced its first city.” She spins to Izzy. “And they’re cominghere.” She bounces on her feet with agrin.