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“And you couldn’t have remembered this, I don’t know, two days ago?!”

He winces. “My brain works better under pressure.”

“I should have strangled you sooner.”

“We’ll keep that idea in your back pocket,” he says. “Now, back to the bullet.”

“The oneIfound.” I smirk, extremely pleased with myself. Liam flips through picture after picture until he gets to one of the bullet. He zooms in, reading the numbers out loud. I write them down on my phone next to the coordinates that led us here.

Coordinates I have memorized. The two strings of numbers are nearly identical. Except…

“Two of the numbers don’t match the original coordinates that led us here,” I say.

Liam taps the coordinates into his phone then looks at me with a grin. “I guess it's back to the UK.That’swhere our treasure is.”

Chapter 2

Liam

It’sbeensixmonthssince I stepped foot on London soil, and I’m tempted to kiss the ground.

“What are you doing?” Serena asks.

I look down at the asphalt four inches from my face. I guess I was closer to kissing it than I realized. “I dropped a contact.” I hop up.

She raises a brow. “You don’t wear contacts.”

“I just started. Your beauty has burned my irises. Plus, you’re so obsessed with my blue eyes, I couldn’t get anything done.” I wink and pull her in to my side.

“I am slightly obsessed,” she whispers. “Now stop being weird.”

“Maybe I was kissing the ground you walk on.”

“I’m sure.”

“So, where are we headed, love?” I squeeze her waist, reveling in the fact she doesn’t try to push me away or kill me anymore. She hasn’t tried to do that for a long time. Well, okay, there was the time I ordered a real llama to be delivered to her apartment. She didn’t appreciate my gift and made me send poor little Rosie back. Only after she got me in a headlock, of course. Now though, she loves me more than she despises me. Most of the time.

“I thought you had a plan,” Serena says. “Aren’t we following the coordinates?”

“Yes, but since it was your bullet, I figure we should follow your lead with this one,” I say, opening the door of the waiting car and helping my beautiful woman inside.

She buckles up before looking over at me in confusion. “Aren’t we just going to go to the location?”

“The locationisthe problem. It’s in the middle of…well, I think it would be better if I showed you.” I pull out my phone and look up the location then extend my hand to her.

Her jaw drops, but she quickly snaps it closed. “Is this a joke?”

My lips twitch. “Idofind it terribly funny.”

“I’m not going back to that dress store.” She shoves the phone back at me.

I took her dress shopping once, and she’s never forgiven me for it. “Well, that’s too bad. It was a nice treasure hunt until now.” I tease her for the dramatics.

She groans and drops her head to the seat. She has no other choice if she intends to see this treasure hunt through. “Of all the rotten luck.”

“I think it’s pretty lucky. I get to see you in dresses again.” I haven’t seen her in a single dress since that night we were kidnapped, and I’m foaming at the mouth for the chance.

“Why don’t you try on dresses this time?” she asks.

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