Page 81 of Unwrapped

She shrugs.

“Luce…?”

“Fine,” she huffs, “I gave him the slip.”

I shake my head. “Jesus. Smith is gonna kill the dude. Who was it?”

“Federico…”

I grin. “Come on. I’ll take you home.”

“That’s the last place I want to go.”

“You have to. You married him when you could’ve had… Roque.”

“I know. But he’s just such a blockhead sometimes. It pisses me off.”

“Who? Smith or Roque?”

“Both.”

“Amen to that. Coffee?”

“Decaf with a slice of pie.”

I wink. “Anything for you, doll.”

She rolls her eyes. “That shit doesn’t work on me, but I can tell you tried it on Shiloh. She’s nice by the way—too nice for a dufus like you.”

“Dufus?I haven’t heard that word since 1998.”

“Asshole. Whatever. I’m working on my potty-mouth it’s not good for the baby.”

She pats her swollen tummy.

“Christ. Smith is gonna tear down the town looking for you.”

“I know,” she winks. “You better text him.”

I shake my head. “Fine. But don’t run off on me. I have a litter of kittens in the car. One for Smith for Christmas.”

She claps her hands. “I love it.”

“Just wait till you meet the one I’m giving to Rog. She’s a real mean little thing. Scratched the shit out of the vet tech.”

She giggles. “I already feel better. Damn, Dare you really have a way about you.”

I frown. “Do you know where she went? Rog said Dev saw her. I know you women share everything.”

“Yeah. Devon drove her back to the Inn. I think they called ahead and booked spa treatments.”

“Perfect. We’ll need to grab our coffees to go. We’re going to sneak into Shiloh’s room and swipe her journal.”

“What? No. Just no. A woman’s diary is sacred you bonehead.”

“Not her diary… she’s working on a book. Children’s stories… can you…would you…read it? Maybe bring her words to life? She needs an illustrator.”

“I’m not one.”

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