And I do immediately once again.

Tossing the purse onto the bed, she then opens the camera on her cell phone. She makes it so the camera’s focus is on us, sitting together.

I put my arm around the back of her waist. Cara’s breath hitches from the contact before she pulls it together.

“Smile,” she says.

We both face the camera, and she takes a few shots of us together.

Lowering the phone in her hand, Cara turns to me and smiles. It’s breathtaking to witness.

“Now we do.” She beams.

I clear my throat and adjust the tie around my neck.

“I’ll be out on the balcony with our drinks,” I offer.

Cara nods, and I see a hint of something in her eyes that I’m imagining is desire. It can’t be because all of this is just pretend.

“See you out there,” I rasp.

She smirks before disappearing into the bathroom.

Out on the balcony,the whiskeys are sweating as I wait for Cara to get out of the shower.

The sound of waves crashing in the distance makes me realize that this is going to be a rare moment of calmness before the metaphorical storm.

Fuck. Not metaphorical at all, really.

I may die in the next few months. A thought I have come to terms with.

It’s not that I’m terrible at my job or anything of the like; this is one of the most dangerous roles I’ll play, and I’ll be doing it with Cara by my side. This isn’t exactly the setting I imagined when I would finally have a chance to catch the Marlin.

My phone buzzes in my jacket pocket. Pulling it out, I see it’s my assistant, Rob.

“This is Grant.”

“Mr. Sinclair. How is the Draper?”

“You got us one of the best rooms in the hotel.”

“Fantastic news. I wasn’t sure if my connection would be able to get one on short notice.”

I sigh as I rub my eyebrows.

“Rob. It’s a little much. She’s not my actual wife, and this isn’t my honeymoon.”

“You didn’t see the way she looked at you?”

I settle back in the deck chair.

“No. She wasn’t looking at me any which way.”

“Then what was the deal about the prenup paperwork? Anyone would assume they would have been drawn.”

“She trusts me because of our personal connection outside of work.”

“Right. That’s why she didn’t sign.”