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He snorts. “Thanks.”

“Why didn’t you?”

He crosses his arms. “I’m not sure. It just felt like something I wanted to keep to myself.”

“Hmm.”

“Would you ever come over for dinner?” he asks, looking down at the ground.

“Do you think I should?”

It takes him a few seconds to answer. “No.”

I nod.

“Sometimes what we want and what’s right are not the same thing, and we’re forced to choose between the two,” he says.

“Right for who?” I question.

He dips his head in acknowledgment. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“You will.”

He gazes past me, eyes toward the sky for a few seconds before he speaks. “Can I still stay in your suite?”

It’s the first time he’s brought it up since I asked. I figured he’d stay at a different hotel and suffer the commute.

“Is that therightthing to do or what youwantto do?”

His lips twitch slightly. “See you tomorrow, Matías.”

“See you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

MATÍAS

As I’m waitingfor my luggage at the airport in Las Vegas, Adrian struts toward me, already pulling his suitcase behind him.

“Morning,” he says with a grin, bringing a cup of coffee to his lips. “My flight got in a couple hours ago.” His brows knit. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I need coffee.”

He looks at the cup in his hand and smirks, handing it over. “Here. I’ve already had one. I guess I don’t need another.”

“It’s fine,” I say.

“Just take it.”

My fingers brush his when I grab the cup. “Thanks.” I take a sip and then another. “Ah.”

Adrian laughs. “Feeling a little more human?”

“Almost.” I watch as the luggage starts coming around on the conveyor belt. “You’ve just been wandering around the airport?”

“Waiting for you.”

“Is that right?”