Page 11 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“Okay.” Felicity snapped a few photos of the bus and then fell into step beside him.

He tried to think of something to say. “Did you get some good pictures this morning?”

“I missed the sunrise. Slept in too long, and then I had to rush to get ready for the tour.” She pulled out a ticket and handed it to him.

“Grams give you this?”

“Yes. Well, not in person. She slid it under my door with a note saying she’d like some pictures of the excursion.”

It figured. She’d probably done that while they were at dinner. He wondered what she’d told the other guests who had bought excursion tickets but decided he didn’t want to know.

Felicity stopped suddenly. “Just a second.” She crouched down and took a few photographs of the villas along the path. Aiden stepped out of her way. A couple of children were playing, and Felicity snapped some candid shots of them.

She stood. “Sorry, it was a good angle.”

“It’s what you’re here for.” The minute he said the words he knew they weren’t true. She was there because Grams thought she could get them back together.

Felicity gave him a weak smile and nodded. She knew the truth as well.

When they got to his villa, he opened the garage. Felicity whistled. “Wow, an Aston Martin?”

He held in a grin. He knew he had a nice car, and a small part of him was happy Felicity was impressed. “Yeah.”

She gave him a funny look but didn’t say anything. He opened the door and she slid in. Then she sucked in a breath. “Aiden. Someone broke your driver’s side window.”

Aiden ran around the car, a panic rising in his chest. Sure enough, the window was gone and there were broken shards of glass on his seat and on the floor of the garage. But something about it didn’t look right. He bent down and picked one shard up.

“This is plastic, not glass.”

Felicity scrunched up her nose at him. “What?”

He opened his door and pressed the button. His window rolled up, intact. Aiden let out a laugh. “Derrick.”

Felicity gave him a weird look.

He and Derrick had a long-standing practical joke marathon going on. And he’d been waiting for it. He shook his head and began cleaning up the mess. “He likes to play practical jokes on me.”

Understanding entered her eyes. “I see. And I assume you join in and play some on him.”

He chuckled. “Last week I taped a ‘For Sale’ sign on his car, which, by the way, was hilarious. He got several phone calls about it before he figured it out.” He walked to the cupboard and pulled out a small broom to get the last of it off his seat.

Felicity shook her head. “Your joking around is going to bite you in the backside one of these days.”

“It’s just harmless fun.” After he finished, he climbed into the driver’s seat. He backed the car out of the garage and clicked to close the door. “How much do you know about Belize?”

“Not much.”

“All right. We can be more informal with the tour. I’ll start by telling you what I normally go over, and if you have questions, feel free to ask.”

“Sounds good.”

Aiden talked about the history of Belize, the Mayan people who had lived there for centuries, and the Spanish conquerors. Felicity asked a few questions, and he was happy he knew the answers. The tension from the previous day lightened. She smiled at him. “You look like you love it here.”

“I really do. The Mayan culture is fascinating. Before I moved here, I didn’t realize the Mayan people still lived here. I guess I thought their people all died, but that’s not the case. Many of their traditions have remained with the people.”

Felicity unzipped her backpack. “Interesting.”

“There are many Mayan temples and structures here in Belize, and they believe only a small portion of them have been discovered. The Mayan people were industrious, and they built all of these things without metal tools.”

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