Cole’s POV - Earlier That Day

I’d rearranged the guest suite three times.

Her suite, I corrected myself. Not guest. Hers.

Fresh flowers on the nightstand. Books I’d had Marcus research titles Eva had mentioned enjoying in her employee file.

Things that revealed far too much about how closely I’d been paying attention.

Stop, I ordered myself. This isn’t about making her comfortable. This is about maintaining the arrangement.

But I’d already failed at maintaining anything ...