Hannah
I blinked slowly. “What’s going on here?” I asked carefully, shifting my gaze between Noah and the two people sitting with him.
Noah rose smoothly to his feet, dusting off the front of his shirt. “We have a special guest arriving tomorrow morning,” he explained, his tone clipped and all-business… as usual. “It’s necessary that we both look our absolute best.”
My brow furrowed. A special guest? That was the last thing I wanted to deal with right now. All I had been craving was a long, hot bath and then slipping into bed early with a book and a cup of steaming tea.
Alone.
“I’m tired, Noah,” I protested wearily. “Can’t we just—”
“This guest is extremely important, Hannah,” he cut me off, holding up a hand to silence me. “Which is why I’ve hired you an esthetician—
