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Rick’s voice sharpened. “Don’t come back when you need help.”
“I won’t.”
I turned toward the doors.
Behind me, Brooke called, “You’re really not going to help me?”
“No,” I said. “I’m going to help myself.”
As I stepped inside, the lobby’s quiet professionalism surrounded me like armor. I could still feel their stunned gazes on my back.
They hadn’t come to apologize.
They came to calculate.
And for the first time in my life, I was no longer available for purchase.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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