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took it back from him their hands didn’t touch this time.
    “You’re welcome. How would you like to pay? We take credit cards, debit cards, or cash. We don’t take checks.”
    “We,” Cash frowned. “What do you keeping say we ? I thought you mentioned earlier that you were the owner?” He hadn’t seen anyone else here but him and Rachelle, so why was she saying we ?
    “Sorry, I didn’t mean to confuse you. I own this place with my younger sisters. Tonight is my night to work.”
    “I understand.” Great, she was referring to her sisters, not a boyfriend or worse, a husband somewhere in the background.
    Reaching into his jacket pocket, Cash went to grab his wallet but it wasn’t there.
    “What in the hell?” he uttered underneath his breath. He was positive he had placed it in there right before he got on the bus; however, he could be wrong and it was inside his pants.
    Reaching around, he patted his back pocket a couple of times but his wallet wasn’t there either. “I can’t believe this.” His wallet, along with all of his identification and credit cards, was gone. Where was it?
    What was he going to do now?
    If he didn’t have any money to pay for a room, where was he going to spend the night?

 
     
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Staring at the man in front of her, Rachelle shook away the warning bells in her head. Month after month, she dealt with attractive men checking into Luxury , but Cash Garon’s handsomeness put all of them to shame.
    She noticed him as soon as he walked through the front door. An appearance of self-command surrounded the air around him. She tried to stay professional while informing him about Luxury . But, it was hard for her not to get lost in his striking gray eyes and the firm set of his jaw.
    Furthermore, she loved tall men and Cash stood over six feet with a beautifully proportioned body. He could make any woman stop what she was doing and take another look at him, especially with how his shoulders strained against the fabric of his shirt.
    Slowly, she dropped her eyes down to his hands. His long, strong fingers looked capable of handling. Rachelle couldn’t help but fantasize about how his fingertips would feel as the stroked over her skin.
    A lock of his thick black hair fell across his forehead, giving him a slightly unruffled appearance. She was highly tempted to reach out and brush it back with the tips of her fingers, but she fought down the temptation to touch a total stranger. What the devil was wrong with her? She knew nothing about Cash Garon, so placing her hands on his body was absolutely out of the question.
    God, she was becoming like her baby sisters. This wasn’t a good thing in her eyes… not at all. She considered them very impulsive.
    “Shit, I can’t believe this,” Cash cursed as he continued searching though his pockets.
    “Is there a problem?” Rachelle asked.
    ”You won’t believe this, but I can’t find my wallet. It could have fallen out of my pocket or gotten stolen,” Cash confessed, looking at her.
    “You’re serious, aren’t you?” Rachelle asked, concerned. “Do you think your wallet might have fallen out in your car? I can wait while you go and check.”
    “I didn’t drive here.”
    “How did you get here then?”
    “I took the Greyhound because I wasn’t in the mood to drive. I thought a bus ride would be relaxing. I know when I got on my wallet was in the front pocket of my jacket. I never moved from my seat once I sat down until the driver stopped and let me off to come here.”
    What was he trying to pull on her? She was trying to run a successful business and wasn’t in the mood for a drifter. Had she made a mistake by thinking Cash looked like an upstanding guy who would be able to pay for whatever room he wanted?
    If her sisters Sasha, Akisha, and Genise were here instead of her, they would have thrown Cash out on his ass without listening to another word coming out of his mouth.
    “How do I know you aren’t