Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah Page A

curl up beside him and sleep. A glutton for punishment alright.
    “I’m having dinner with my family tonight,” she told him, without including an invitation, and a warning in her tone that told him he wasn’t invited. “Meet me here after midnight. Do what needs to be done to the camera by my dad’s office.”
    If the file was what he needed to move on, then the file would be what she gave him. After all, that’s what it had always been about, right?
    “We will go get the files, together. Taking into account the occurrence of events, I trust Marc called you, but then you have been going to my mom first, to assure her of my well being.” Anya wasn’t sure why, but when he didn’t disagree, she noted that it was true...weird, but true. “I would like to clear up that I’ve talked to my mom about my future plans and we’ve come to an agreement. One that you aren’t entitled to know. You can go talk to her if you don’t trust my word.”
    Anya wouldn’t be surprised if he did go and speak with Eliza but she found herself not caring one way or the other. At least, that’s what she told herself.
    “You don’t have to stick around and report back to her on my whereabouts after tonight. Here. Midnight. You have my word.”
    Anya walked toward the hall to escape anymore. She was done spending any more unnecessary time with a man who had forced a smile at times she had thought were special. He had conjured up phony laughter at moments when she’d laughed so hard she’d lost her breath. And a man who kissed and touched her, using her as no more than an instrument in the lengthy symphony he’d been orchestrating since his arrival at the resort.
    Quinn’s arm reached out and caught her wrist as she passed. He was stopping her because he didn’t trust her. Because he thought she was going to leave again. 
    Anya sucked in a deep breath before looking down at him.
    His head was slanted to look at her.
    “You have my word,” she told him. “I’m not going anywhere. We will get your file. I promise.”
    The expression on his face didn’t shift. She didn’t know which expression this was. It wasn’t the angry one glaring to find the file. Or the untrusting one questioning her every move. 
    “Are you okay?” he finally asked. 
    Like he cared.
    “What are you going to do if I say no?”
    Quinn sat up, keeping his fingers tightly around her wrist.
    “What do you need me to do?” 
    Why was he offering? Pity.
    He felt sympathetic that she’d discovered the truth about their relationship. Anya didn’t need sympathy...especially not his.
    “I need you to take your file and leave.”
    Without waiting for his response she tugged her arm free and walked away. She didn’t stop until she was behind her closed and locked bedroom door.
    Ha! Locked. What a joke.
    The man on the other side wouldn’t let a little household lock keep him out if he wanted in. But he didn’t want in. He never wanted into any part of her life except access to the file.
    Anya stepped in the shower and tried to wash away the emotions involving Quinn. It was next to impossible, but after tonight he would be gone and she would let him go and take their past with him.

Chapter Eight
    QUINN REDIRECTED THE security camera monitoring the Caliendo suites foyer as he had the night before, a temporary loop until he switched it back. They would be in and out in a half hour and no one would notice.
    He met Anya after midnight at the door of her suite, as she requested. To his surprise, she answered when he knocked. He hadn’t been one-hundred percent convinced she would, but the look of defeat across her solemn face when she’d left him in the living room earlier that day semi-assured him that her promise was true.
    Anya looked better this evening.
    The warm color of her skin had taken over the white ghostly appearance that stole her radiance and, for the first time since she’d returned, she’d let her hair down. It was longer now, and the