Page 10 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

She whacked him. “Get out of bed. The riverboat excursion guide is sick, and you need to fill in.”

Crud. Aiden was the only other person who knew that tour. No one else could fill in. He moaned but stood up. “What time is it?”

“Seven-thirty. You’d better hurry. All the excursion guests will be expecting the boat to leave in an hour.” Grams wrung her hands.

Aiden stretched his back. “I know when it starts. I’m the one who formed the tour, remember?”

“Right.” Grams walked toward his bedroom door. “I’m sure you’ll take care of it. I’ll go start breakfast so you’re not late.”

“Thanks, Grams.” The restaurant had a breakfast buffet, but Grams knew he wasn’t fond of their eggs from a box. He liked them fresh, and he paid a local kid to bring him farm eggs every week. He loved supporting the locals.

Aiden closed his door and got ready to take a shower. He’d been unable to fall asleep last night, with all kinds of pent-up energy inside him. He’d gone out to the deck and listened to the ocean for a while. He’d thought he’d seen Felicity walking along the beach. Maybe that’s where his dream came from.

He got in the shower and turned on the hot water. It cascaded down his back, relaxing his muscles. He shouldn’t be dreaming about Felicity anyway; he had to put her out of his mind. She would never forgive him for not showing up to the courthouse, and she wouldn’t listen to his explanation, so there really was nothing else he could do. If she were willing to walk away from a five-year relationship for one misunderstanding, then she wasn’t the woman he’d thought she was in the first place.

After his shower, he went downstairs. Good smells came from the kitchen. “You made bacon and eggs? And toast? It looks like you’re trying to butter me up for some reason. Is this your way of apologizing for last night?”

“Eat up.” Grams gave him a smile which didn’t hide her guilty look.

“Well, you should be apologizing. That was a dirty trick last night.”

She took in a breath and let it out slowly. “You have some anger issues to work through.”

“Wouldn’t you?” He picked up a piece of toast and bit into it.

“Yes. But it’s not healthy to hold it in like you’ve been doing. Promise me today, you’ll try to let some of that go.”

Grams patted his hand and looked at him with such pleading in her eyes, he nodded. “All right. Today will be a good day for pondering. The riverboat tour is long and I only have to talk through the first half.”

Grams kissed his cheek. “Good. Let it all go. Repeat that in your head and you’ll be fine.”

He’d be fine? What did Grams mean by that? He turned to ask her, but she’d disappeared. Whatever. He finished eating, grabbed one last piece of bacon and headed out of the villa. The river was an hour drive from the resort. The tour met at a gazebo where they would all load a bus and he would drive them, while talking about Belize and the people there. The meeting place was only a ten-minute walk, but he was running late, so he ended up jogging half the way.

When he got to the gazebo, he saw Felicity sitting on the bench, her camera around her neck. She was staring off in the distance, looking a bit forlorn. Oh, no. Grams. What had she done? Where were the other people for the tour? He tried to temper his anger.

He slowed as he approached her. Her gaze darted around. “Is this where I’m supposed to be for the riverboat tour?”

“Yep.” It came out sharp, and he instantly felt bad. This wasn’t Felicity’s fault. He shouldn’t snap at her.

“I’m confused.”

Aiden scrubbed a hand over his face. “Grams told me the tour guide was sick. I think we’ve been set up again.”

Felicity didn’t look like that news made her happy. Her gaze fell. “Oh.”

She looked crestfallen, and guilt surged in Aiden. “Look, I’m sorry. Seems she’s determined to throw us together. If you don’t want to go on the riverboat tour, I understand.”

Felicity swallowed and tugged at the strap on her camera. “I need to take some pictures of the tour for the website.”

He rubbed his hands together, resolving to make the best of the situation. “Okay, then. Let’s just go.”

Felicity stood, one hand cradling her camera, the other hoisting a backpack over her shoulder. She wore jeans and a button-up blouse. Dang, she looked good. She motioned toward the bus. “Is that what we’re taking?”

Aiden shrugged. “If it’s just the two of us, we can take my car.”

“Makes more sense.”

“It’s in my garage.”

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