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bags. Yes, you can get me something. Can I have Uncle John all to myself in my suite for the next week? Arley bit her tongue and scolded herself for her lascivious thoughts.
    “Thank you. I’m fine. I’ll try not to be in your way too much.”
    “Well, we want to make your stay here as nice as we can, so just let us know what we can do for you.” Sienna smiled again. She popped a kiss on the little girl’s cheek as she whisked by.
    “This is Ryan’s best friend, John Rowan. He’s visiting from Atlanta. John, this is Arley Copeland. You said you were an author from Birmingham, right?”
    John extended the hand he wasn’t using to hold the little girl. “Nice to meet you.”
    Arley managed a half smile. The reverberations of his deep gravelly voice shook through her. Her stomach joined her ovaries midflight.
    “You’re an author? You wouldn’t be related to Dylan Copeland, would you?”
    Dear Lord in heaven, he knows my dad! “Uh, yes. He’s my father, or … I guess … He was.”
    John offered her a sympathetic nod. “I was really sorry to hear about his passing. I was a huge fan of his work. I didn’t know you’d taken up the family business.”
    “Uh … Well … I didn’t … Not really. I mean, he was way better than I am or than I’ll ever be. I’m pretty sure I’m just a wannabe.”
     
    “I doubt that.” The pain that haunted Arley’s inquisitive sage green eyes disturbed John. Life hadn’t treated her fairly—that much was pinned on every square inch of her entire being, from her wavy strawberry blonde hair, that he suddenly wanted to loop his fingers through, all the way down to her adorable feet, caught up in an old pair of sandals. She was broken and yet so damn beautiful. Lost desperation slumped her shoulders, and at some point in the last twenty-four hours, she’d cried hard. He’d bet his Porsche on that. His heart ached. He’d always been a sucker for the downtrodden. Hell, that’s why he’d become an attorney.
    “She’s beautiful.” Arley gestured to Evie.
    “Yeah, well, Ry gets all the credit for that.”
    She gave him a sweet smile that drew his attention to her full, pale, taffy-colored lips. His mouth watered.
    “Ms. Copeland, would it be okay if we upgraded you to the new suite? There won’t be any extra charge. Ryan’s installing some new shelving in the other suite. He was going to work on it this weekend.”
    “Oh, that would be nice. I’d offer to pay, but … I just can’t right now.” Embarrassment fevered her cheeks. Arley attempted to order her badly bruised ego and pride away unsuccessfully.
    “No, it’s fine. Since the season is winding down, we’re making a few more improvements. You’re doing us a favor.” Sienna was obviously one of the nicest people on the planet. She seemed to know exactly how to ease Arley’s tension.
    More than ready to collapse into a bed and pretend her life wasn’t an epic disaster, she gripped her bags and nodded. “Lead the way.”
    In a change of heart brought on by her exhaustion, the little girl in John’s arms extended her hands out to her Daddy. Ryan and John both smiled as the exchange was made.
    “Here, let me get your bags.” John turned to Arley and offered very gallantly. She fought not to whimper. Remember! Men are pigs! Just look at what Chase did! Her brain made a valiant effort, but the lace of her bra slipped over her painfully hardened nipples when she leaned to set her suitcase down, letting her know that something else was running this particular show.
    “Oh, thank you.” She offered him what she hoped was a sexy smile before she forced her feet to follow Sienna’s up the stairs. Her father’s bag, weighted with her laptop, iPad, and endless notebooks and a few novels, felt like it contained an entire league’s worth of bowling balls, and her duffle bag contained a dozen additional books she’d been trying to read to distract herself. She wouldn’t turn down John’s help, especially