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look all right?” She glared at him and then went to retrieve her phone.
    “Sorry, that’s none of my business.” Mr. Tuiali’i cleared his throat and then continued. “I may have a way to solve this problem with the casita. I don’t know why there was a mix-up with the reservation.”
    “There was a mix-up because you hired incompetent idiots.”
    “I don’t agree with that assessment of my employees.”
    “Of course, you don’t.” She crossed her arms. “Because then you’d have to admit you don’t have sense enough to hire people who know how to get a reservation right.”
    “I’ll give you the room at a reduced rate,” he said.
    “Which will be?”
    “Six hundred a night.”
    She made a face. “Six hundred?”
    “That’s what you would have paid for a regular casita.”
    Spencer shrugged. “Guess it’s the least you could do.”
    “I think I’m being more than fair.”
    “Fine.” She rolled her eyes and held out her hand. “Deal.”
    They shook, and as he was starting to pull his hand back, his fingers closed over hers and slipped between them, becoming inexplicably entwined.
    Spencer looked at him and then at their fingers, laced together, and before he could pull his hand back, she yanked hers away, frowning at him.  
    “Okay, well.” He cleared his throat. “We’ve got the room rate settled.”
    “If there’s nothing else,” Spencer said, “I’d like to unpack and try to relax.”
    Nodding, Mr. Tuiali’i said, “Of course.”
    Seconds later, she slammed the door in his face. Standing in the middle of the living room, Spencer wondered if maybe she shouldn’t have been so rude. After all, she was supposed to be getting close to him. The next time she saw him, she could apologize. Maybe tell him she’d had an uncomfortable plane flight. Blame her cranky attitude on economy travel. She really wouldn’t be lying to him.
    She’d struggled to endure two hours in a middle seat, ruminating and rehashing her mistakes, squished between a sweaty, corpulent man who snored as he slept and a hyperactive eleven-year-old who made strange beeping noises while he mumbled to himself.
    Heading into the bedroom, Spencer walked into the small alcove and through the opened double-door entrance. The beautiful bedroom suite mocked her when it should have welcomed her into its tropical luxury. Like the rest of the casita, it screamed romance and love. Concepts that had thus far in Spencer’s life exclusively eluded her. Romance and love had given her the cold shoulder and turned their backs on her, letting her know she wasn’t good enough for either of them.
    Whatever.
    Wasn’t as though she was interested in romance and love anyway. She wasn’t interested in anything that would put her on a trajectory toward becoming “that wife.”
    Right now, she was interested in going for a run.  
    It was still light outside; the sun wouldn’t go down for a few hours. A nice jog through the jungle might be good and might take the edge off. Ben’s demands had her on the verge of a psychotic break. A slamming heart and labored breathing might get rid of the nervousness and anxiousness.
    Running usually cleared her mind, but she had a feeling the endorphin high wouldn’t banish the irritating thoughts, worries, and doubts about Step Two .  
    Getting close to Sione Tuiali’i.
    Ben wanted the favor done, or else. If she couldn’t do it, then what?
    Spencer tried not to think about it as she walked to her suitcase. The bellman had left her carry-on on the settee at the foot of the bed, and he’d placed the full-sized one on the floor, near the bedpost.
    Unzipping the Louis Vuitton luggage, she opened it. Spencer shook her head. The clothes she’d painstakingly packed were slightly jumbled. Things shifted during flight, she supposed. Digging through her clothes, Spencer searched for a pair of shorts and a tank top, wondering if—
    Something came toward her, a blur of movement from nowhere. Just as she