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He’s already changed into something more casual. A maroon sweater and dark jeans.

I don’t know if I’ve ever seen him wear jeans, but he wears them well. Somehow, with the matching brown belt and shoes, he makes casual look very businesslike. If that’s even a thing.

I stand and move toward him, smoothing my hands over my long-sleeved ribbed dress that hits me at the knees. It’s the same color as his sweater.

We match.

The reporters will love this.

“Should we approach it the same way we did at the charity? I take the lead on speaking, and you play the fiancée who is madly in love.”

I grin. “While that worked, I feel that we should switch it here, since we are at my lodge.”

He smirks.

“Your lodge.”

“Yes.”

He nods and follows me out the door and down the hall.

He doesn’t say anything, but I swear I can feel him holding back a comment.

I stop before we reach the main lobby and turn to face him.

“Thank you for that, by the way.”

His grin widens, and the way he looks at me, with an adoration I’ve never seen before, sends my heart beating faster.

“The lodge was always going to be yours, Grace. Not even I would want to take it from you.”

After a moment of standing here staring at each other, I roll my eyes and continue toward the lobby.

Preston chuckles behind me and then quickens his steps to bump into my shoulder.

“Why the eye roll this time?” he asks.

“Because somehow, you went from being annoying when you say things like that to me finding it ….”

“Cute?”

“No,” I say with a laugh.

“Sexy?”

“No.” I laugh harder.

“Adorable?”

“Definitely not,” I say.

We step out into the lobby, and the smile on my face drops.

“What the fuck?” Preston asks. “Why are there so many cameras? I thought there was only one reporter.”

“Me too.”

From the corner of my eye, I see Mason walking swiftly toward us. His head is held high, but the look in his eye says he’s not happy.