Page 89 of Falling Overboard

“Don’t worry, Lucky! We won’t do anything stupid or felonious tonight.”

“History suggests otherwise,” I told him, and he broke into peals of laughter.

“Meet us in the hot tub in five!” Georgia called out as I came on board, disappearing downstairs with Pieter.

Hunter and I went back to our cabin and I grabbed my suit and then headed into the bathroom to get changed first. I was cursing the fact that I had brought mostly practical swimsuits. I had thought I’d be using them to go swimming or diving. I’d never imagined hot tub nights.

I came out into the cabin and grabbed my cover-up and realized that Hunter had left.

Maybe he’d gone into one of the guys’ cabins to get changed.

I made my way up to the sundeck and the hot tub, which I could hear bubbling all the way from the stairs. When I got there, Georgia was alone and drinking a flute of champagne.

“Lucky! Come and sit with me.”

I took off my cover-up, climbed in, and grimaced slightly. The water was very warm. I knew I would get accustomed to it. I sank down next to her and let out a sigh of relief. The lights of Nice twinkled at me from the shore.

I felt the warmth of the water seeping into my bones and sighed again. I knew it would stop being relaxing when everybody else arrived, so I planned on taking advantage of the next few minutes.

My quiet was short lived, though. I had just closed my eyes when Georgia said, “So when, exactly, were you planning on telling me that you and Hunter are dating?”

“What?”

“Lucky, I know. It’s okay. You can tell me.”

“I do not understand what’s happening right now,” I said.

She mumbled something under her breath that I automatically assumed wasbloody dagand then said, “I’m just glad you finally came to your senses. I know that’s not an easy journey for you to make. Somebody should give me a medal for encouraging you to go after him. I’m a bloody American hero.”

“You are neither American nor a hero,” I said, my brain still scrambling to make sense of what she was saying. “And Hunter and I are not dating.”

“Lucky, I’m possibly quite drunk, and so you should be honest with me because the odds are I won’t remember this tomorrow.”

“There’s nothing to tell.”

She patted the water next to her, like she was patting a spot on a couch for me to sit on. “I accept your implied apology.”

“For what?”

“Because I was right and you were wrong.”

This conversation felt like it was spiraling out of control. “Georgia, I’m not dating Hunter. I think I would know.” Given how closely I paid attention to him, there was no way I would have been able to miss the fact that we were boyfriend and girlfriend.

“It’s your lie. You go ahead and tell it however you’d like. But even Professor Plum and Colonel Mustard are happy you finally caught a clue,” she said.

“I’m telling you the truth. Hunter and I are not together.”

She frowned. “I caught you in bed with him.”

“Where nothing happened. I told you I haven’t even kissed him.” It literally happened only in my dreams.

“I just assumed you were lying to try and cover your butt. Which I respect because I wouldn’t want you to get fired.”

“Georgia.” I got her attention before I went on. “Why are you so sure that he and I are dating?”

She blinked slowly. “Because Hunter told me you were.”

Chapter Thirty

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