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Knowing she needed time to think—more time than was feasible in the hotel’s crowded restaurant—Caitlyn excused herself to shower when she and Duke returned to their room. He’d taken his shower before their meal, inviting her to join him with his most devilish smile and one lifted brow.
It hadn’t been the only thing sticking up, she’d noticed. Even though she’d tried not to look.
Compared to the American hotel rooms she was used to, the room she and Duke were sharing seemed positively Spartan. The only furniture in it was the two twin-sized beds, separated by scarcely a foot of space on any side, and a hanging mirror attached to one wall. Obnoxiously bright recessed ceiling lamps provided the only lighting, and there wasn’t even an option to dim them. They were either on or off as a whole, and once off, plunged the room into pitch-blackness.
The bathroom though was quite nice. Spacious enough for both a toilet and bidet, with a large bowl-like sink to one side
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