Wyatt clung to the balcony railing and glanced down at his feet dangling four stories above the ground.“Christ, how did I get myself into this?” The whole situation was funny, really. Maybe later he’d be able to laugh about sprinting after Mackenzie and her young fling, then nearly breaking his leg trying to save her from making the biggest mistake of her life. But, for now, though, Wyatt wasn’t laughing. At least he’d escaped in time to overhear the kid’s floor number as he raced for the elevator. After jogging up the stairs, he’d burst onto the floor as the chummy pair disappeared into a room at the far end of the hall. Luck had it that a maid’s cart stood outside the room next door. In all haste, he’d snuck through the open door, past the maid bent over the tub, then out onto the balcony. In one swift and senseless move, Wyatt found himself clinging to the neighboring balcony. With an effort, he swung one leg up and over the railing, then hau
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