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I leaned into Adrien, my fingers curling tight into the sleeve of his tux jacket. The fine wool still held the warmth of his body, and that faint cedar-and-citrus trace of his cologne cut through the thick haze of champagne, perfume, and cigar smoke hanging over the ballroom. It steadied me just enough to keep my voice from cracking as I tugged him one careful step away from the gleaming bar, stealing a tiny bubble of space amid the glittering, laughing crowd.
"He's staying here tonight," I whispered, my eyes flicking toward Logan. The man was already turning away from us, shoulders hunched like he was shielding something fragile, staring down into his empty tumbler before muttering low and rough to the bartender for another double.
I dragged my gaze back to Adrien's face, those sharp green eyes I'd memorized months ago. "Just like the handful of out-of-town guests who don't keep city apartments. Your dad definitely comped him a suite upstairs."
