This wasn’t a problem. It really was a big bed. His entire offensive line could snuggle up in here. Hersberler would end up on the floor but that had more to do with his personality than the fit. “What’s up?” Ryan asked, his arms crossed over his chest. My gaze snagged on his thick forearms and the lines inked there. It took some effort to drag my attention away because my fiancé—regardless of whether I was supposed to notice this or not—was devastatingly hot. “This is the only room.” “It’s a two-bedroom suite,” he said. “I’ve checked every cupboard, cabinet, and closet. I assure you it’s
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