The Heir's Secret Bride

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Byron's face instantly darkened, like storm clouds gathering in his eyes.

Maeve

noticed his displeasure and scratched her cheek awkw: ly. "If it's a problem for you, I can always take the couch..."

"No need,"

Byron cut her off, his voice cold and firm. "We'll do it your way."

He reassured himself that it was just for a few days. At least there, no one was breathing down his neck. He thought sharing a bed with her wasn't something he couldn't handle. Late at night, after a day of total chaos, Maeve finally started to relax as she sank into the soft bed, feeling her muscles slowly unwind.

T

Just when she was about to drift off, the mattress shifted slightly. She turned her head and found herself staring at Byron's handsome profile, and her breath hitched in her throat. 'How did I never notice how small my bed is?' she thought, suddenly aware of how cramped it felt, Even with a stuffed animal acting as a makeshift barrier, they were still uncomfortably close. So close she could hear his slow, steady breathing. "If you've got something on your mind, just spit it out," Byron said, sensing her eyes on him. His tone was flat, almost bored. Maeve, caught t red-handed, felt felt her

The first time she met him, he'd er cheeks flush. But curiosity got the better of her. "Uh, can I ask... what do you do for a living?

I been beaten up and on the run from some dangerous people.

looked like a mess, but he had skills. She was especially amazed at how quickly he had found the hidden camera inside her stuffed animal. Byron's

drive," he said, shrugging like

driver. That's not so bad. At least it's not something shady. And it kinda makes sense with the situation I'm in,"

idea, she closed her eyes

was too small, the mattress wasn't exactly soft, and pillow felt like a rock. But what really got under

Even

the

of her hair had drifted over to his side, brushing against his ear. He clenched his teeth,

urge

His

she doing this on purpose?' he

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figures were tangled up so closely it seemed there wasn't an inch of space between them. Byron's internal clock was as precise as ever. At seven sharp, he stirred awake, his eyes still half-closed with sleep. But something felt off-something warm and

down and saw Maeve, who should have been on the other side of the bed, now somehow nestled in

against his chest her arms wrapped around his, and one

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his. She was

face darkened. He tried to push her away, but she clung to him so tightly he could barely move. Frustrated, he gave her nose a light pinch. Within seconds, she jerked awake, gasping for