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looked over at Brooke. Even under the circumstances, I knew that this hotel would please her. Her eyes widened as she peered in through the double-glass doors. The hotel was exquisitely decorated and sophisticated.
    "Wait here , until I get the bags," I said as I paid the driver.
    Exiting, I quickly drank in the surroundings. This country was the place I'd called home for the better portion of my existence. Something about the charm, about the history had drawn me here.
    I s tudied the faces passing by. No one seemed to be staring. There was no one lurking around the hotel. Pulling the bags from the trunk, I shifted the weight of my duffel bag so it wouldn't get caught in the trunk as I slammed it shut. I walked around to the side of the car and pulled open the door, reaching down to help Brooke out.
    We climbed the concrete stairs and the doorman let us in.
    "Oh – my God!" Brooke gasped as we entered.
    "Lovely, isn't it? I thought you might like it."
    I glanced down at her, and for the first time since she'd seen me with Ashley's lifeless body draped across my arms, she smiled from happiness.
    The man behind th e counter forced a grin as we approached the counter.
    "Do you have a reservation , sir?"
    I released my hold on the suitcase. My other hand still held Brooke as I used my free hand to retrieve my wallet from my pocket. "No. Afraid not. This was an impromptu trip," I said. “I hope that won’t be a problem?”
    The man looked annoyed. I knew our appearance made him question whether or not we could afford such an extravagant hotel.
    Letting out a short laugh, I said, "I thought a spur-of-the-moment trip to London would be romantic." I looked back at Brooke and smiled.
    The man coughed, peering at us over his thin, silver-rimmed glasses. "Ah, I see. Where did you travel from?"
    "The States."
    "That's quite a trip!" The man paused, "And what type of room would you like?"
    "Something with a balcony."
    "How many nights?" he asked.
    "Three . We'll be leaving for France later this week."
    “Is cost something we should – worry about?” The man asked. One side of his mouth twitching up into a mocking grin.
    Raising one brow and giving him a closed mouth grin, I said, “Price means nothing to me.”
    "I'll need your ID. The total due at checkout will be 13,000 pounds. You'll pay 6 ,500 now and the remaining balance will be paid upon checkout."
    Handing the man my card, I peered out the corner of my eye at Brooke, certain she was trying to convert that amount to American dollars. A slight drop occurred in her jaw and I knew that she had realized just how expense this hotel was. I drew in a slight breath and glanced back at the man behind the marble counter.
    He handed me a receipt and I scrawled my signature across the line.
    “Enjoy your stay at the Berkeley, Dr. Hunter.”
    I sm iled casually and nodded.
    Immediately, a young and awkwardly tall bellman scurried over and took our luggage. “I’ll take that bag from your shoulder, sir,” he said as he placed his hands on the strap.
    I shook my head. “No, that’s quite al l right. I’ll hold on to this one.”
    As w e followed him to the elevators, I pulled Brooke’s hand to my lips and tenderly pressed them to her skin. “It will all work out. I promise,” I tried to reassure her, although I knew damn well there was nothing that could be done to stop the series of events that had been put into action.
    Making our way down a long hallway, we stopped outside the large wooden door of the Opus Suite.
    Th e boy fiddled with the card key and pushed the large door open. The perfect climate swept around me and the pleasing aroma of fresh linens invaded my nostrils. The floor to the entranceway was marble and the walls were paneled with exotic wood. The back wall lead to hallways on either side of an abstract piece of art. The overhead light shone down on the figure that eerily resembled an angel.
    B rooke loudly drew in a breath. Her eyes sparkled at the aesthetically