Chapter 11

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The tantalizing smell of fresh coffee wafted past Tim’s nose. He came awake at once, stretched, and pried his eyes open to seek the source of the aroma. There, on the bedside table. Coffee in bed—a decadent luxury he never enjoyed even at home. For one, his mother didn’t like him to drink coffee, so if he’d asked one of the household staff to bring him a cup, war would have been declared.

So where was he? He wiggled backward enough to lean against the headboard, snagged the man-sized mug, and then let his gaze roam the unfamiliar room. It took him only a few seconds to clear the disorientation and realize he was in New Mexico, in DeVore Weyrick’s mysterious, hidden home. It was an OMG moment to recognize this. Then the fact he was one privileged character began to soak in.