“This hotel . . .” “Beautiful, isn’t it?” “It’s a dream.” Jasper hummed. “I prefer a quaint little hotel in Quincy, Montana.” “Funny.” I looked up, finding his gaze waiting. I’d expected to see some teasing there, but he was dead serious, wasn’t he? He liked The Eloise better than this? I loved Jasper for that. I loved Jasper. Somewhere along the way, I’d fallen in love with my husband.
