“Oh,” Vivica replied, giving the other man a brief nod from a distance. She was getting anxious, worried that Zavier would see Joseph when he arrived at the hotel entrance.
“Well, I’ll let you two get back to your chat,” she said quickly. “My friend is here.”
“Alright. Be safe.”
“I will.”
Vivica hurried toward the hotel doors, pulling out her phone to call Joseph. He answered instantly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you here yet?” she asked urgently. “If you haven’t pulled up, just stop on the side of the road. I’ll walk over to you.”
“Why?” Joseph sounded confused. “It’s raining out. Isn’t it better if I pick you up right at the door?”
Raining? Vivica was surprised. It had been sunny all day.
But that was just how the weather was in the south—sunny one moment, rainy the next.
Before Vivica could explain, Joseph spoke again. “I see you.”
Just then, a sleek, understated luxury car pulled up under the hotel awning.
Vivica, who had just stepped through the revolving doors, quickly stepped back to get out of its way.
But then the car stopped, the rear door swung open automatically, and a long, lean leg emerged.
Vivica’s breath hitched. Her heart was already pounding out of rhythm before she even saw his face.
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