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"We have work to do."

Ayla stood with her back to the window, her hands on her hips as she surveyed the room. In contrast to the major renovation she had begun a few floors above them the moment her father's signature on the acquisition deal had dried, the enforcer's lodgings in the Park Lane looked sad and dismal. Every room was perfectly serviceable, of course, and Ayla's idea of perfectly serviceable was more generous than that of any regular person off the street. But for long-term habitation, the furniture and decor of a standard room would not do. Especially for Mattia, who looked about as out-of-place among the decor as one could be.

"I know you don't care, but I'm not going to let you live out of one bag in a place that doesn't feel like you." Her glance shifted from the painting above the bed to Mattia's face. "We can change whatever you want. So what do you want? Because I don't believe for a second that the scalloped, tufted headboard is doing it for you."

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