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Chapter 549
Chapter 549:
Her forehead was burning. Her legs gave way. She stumbled forward and collapsed face-first onto the wide, soft bed, losing consciousness before she had fully settled.
At that same moment, at the far end of the hallway, behind an unmarked door, Crawford Love sat in a leather armchair watching a bank of high-definition monitors displaying live feeds of the inn’s entrances and corridors.
His private jet had landed three hours before June’s commercial flight. He had written a check with a number of zeros that brooked no negotiation and bought out the entire property, forcing the owner to cancel every existing reservation before June arrived.
A timid knock came at the door. The owner entered, visibly unsteady under the weight of his presence.
“Sir,” she said carefully. “The lady — she appears to be quite ill. I went up to deliver warm towels, and she is burning with fever. I wasn’t able to wake her p>
Crawford was on his feet before she finished the sentence.
His expression darkened immediately, and the shift in his energy was immediate and physical — a cold, dangerous pressure that seemed to drop the temperature of the room.
“Why are you only telling me this now?” he said. His voice was quiet, which made it worse.
The owner stepped back, apologizing in a rapid, frightened murmur.
Crawford was already dialing. He ordered a team of private physicians in San Francisco onto a helicopter and told them to fly to Carmel without delay. Then he ended the call and walked out of the room, moving directly to the door of June’s suite.
He held the master keycard in his hand. A single swipe, and he would be inside.
𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻
His hand stopped in midair.
He stood there, jaw tight, breathing measured, fighting down the overwhelming urge to go through that door.
He knew her. He knew exactly how June’s mind worked. If he walked in now, the entire carefully constructed architecture of coincidences would collapse around him. She would understand that she had been followed, that nothing had been accidental, and she would look at him with the same cold revulsion she reserved for Cole. She would run, and she would never stop running.
Crawford closed his eyes and drew a long, ragged breath, forcing the impulse back down by sheer force of will.
He lowered his hand and returned the keycard to his pocket.
He turned to the owner, who stood behind him in the hallway looking as though she wished she were elsewhere entirely.
“From this moment on, you are her personal nurse,” Crawford said, his voice flat and uncompromising. “When the doctors arrive, you will ensure she takes every medication they prescribe. If her condition worsens by even a fraction of a degree, I will make certain this inn ceases to exist p>
The following morning, the violent Pacific storm had finally broken.
Bright, warm California sunlight streamed through the large windows of the presidential suite and fell directly across June’s face.
She opened her eyes slowly.