Looks like I can't go to sleep late tonight, I have to see who's sending the flowers!
Tara Summer put down her phone, rubbed her eyes, and just then her phone suddenly rang. She grabbed it and saw the name on the screen, her smile lifting.
"Master Liam, any orders?" she answered the phone playfully.
On the other end, Liam Yancey chuckled softly, his voice deep and magnetic, "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Hmm, with you not here, the bed's so much bigger—I can roll around as much as I like!" Tara Summer laughed, then asked, "By the way, where are you now?"
Last night Henry Taylor hadn't made it clear, and she had forgotten to ask.
"Miami." At the moment, Liam Yancey was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the presidential suite, where the local time in Miami was evening.
With night fallen and the city lights just coming on, it looked as lively as day, glittering and extravagant. Tonight, Miami would be another sleepless night.
