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he asked, staring down into her eyes.
    â€œSix is fine,” she said, then quickly turned away from his gaze.
    Robert turned and walked into his bedroom and closed the door. He leaned against the door and let out a murmured word that he couldn’t quite say in polite company. Robert had witnessed the unshed tears that Farrah was determined to hide from him. He wanted to go to her, confess everything, but he knew she wasn’t ready to hear it yet. And since he only had one chance to get it right, he was going to force himself to stay the course or he’d lose her altogether.
    Robert walked over to the small desk where he lifted the receiver from the phone’s cradle and pressed zero. “This is Robert Gold. Please connect me with Barry Bishop.”
    â€œBarry Bishop.”
    â€œBishop? Gold. Thanks for the room upgrade, but how’d you know I was coming?” he asked, leaning against the desk.
    â€œI saw your name on my VIP list and you know I have to make a fellow hotel owner comfortable,” he replied, laughing. “You’d never let me live it down if I had you hovering somewhere in the basement.”
    â€œThanks. The flowers and wine were a nice touch.”
    â€œAnything for you, Gold. Can we do anything else for you?” he asked, his enthusiasm clear.
    â€œNo, thanks. I’ll return the favor next time you’re in Vegas.”
    â€œI’ll look forward to it,” Barry Bishop replied.
    Robert disconnected the call and his cell phone rang. “Yeah, Fletcher, what’s up?” he asked, as he moved to the blue, king-size salon bed where he dropped his suitcase.
    â€œDid you give Farrah the divorce papers yet?”
    â€œYesterday,” he replied as he retrieved his shirts and underwear from his suitcase and placed them on the bed.
    â€œAnd...”
    â€œAnd nothing. She took them and put them away, just as I suspected she would,” he explained.
    â€œShe didn’t even look at them?” Fletcher asked, surprise evident in his voice.
    â€œNo, why would she?” Robert shot back, slipping the shirts in the dresser drawer. “It was uncontested, and now as far as she’s concerned, it’s finally over...just like she wanted.”
    â€œI know, but—”
    â€œNo buts. Your part in all of this is done.” Robert pulled out his shaving kit.
    â€œWhat now?” Fletcher asked.
    â€œNow you just keep your mouth shut and I’ll take care of the rest. Trust me, I have everything under control.”
    Sure you do. Robert disconnected the call and headed to the shower.
    * * *
    When Farrah watched Robert retreat to his bedroom, her heart sank and tears stung the back of her eyes, all while her body screamed for attention, the kind of attention that only Robert could supply. “So much for worrying about him crossing the line,” she murmured. Farrah hurried past the beautiful flowers, the chilled wine and Robert’s tempting door, and right into her bedroom, where she was immediately struck by the room’s glamorous décor. The beige walls, glass-faced nightstands, and large crystal chandelier that hovered over gold-and-cream bedding with matching drapery, invoked old Hollywood glamour, reflecting a style similar to her own apartment’s.
    Farrah placed her overnight bag on the bed and went into the oversize bathroom and smiled. The marble floors, two-headed shower with high-end finishes and Jacuzzi tub big enough for two were too inviting to pass up. Farrah turned on the water and added several of the designer bath beads offered by the hotel. She reached behind her back and stopped. “Why the hell not,” she said to her reflection. She returned to the living room and retrieved the bottle of Stella Rosa Moscato d’Asti, uncorked its top and poured herself a glass.
    Farrah took several sips as she returned to the bathroom. She placed the bottle and her glass next to the tub, turned off the