Page 46 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

“Yes. Probably.” She turned on her phone flashlight and disappeared into her bedroom.

Brittany clasped her hands and bounced on her toes, although how she did that, he couldn’t understand. Her heels were so high already. “I have a great idea. I’ll come to your villa too, and we can catch up.”

Aiden tried not to frown. What in the world was Brittany doing at his resort? He couldn’t stand her, and Felicity had not really liked her in high school. She was always trying to hang out with the football players. In fact, last he knew, she’d married some rich guy. “Aren’t you married?” he blurted.

Her face blanched and she looked to the floor. “Divorced.”

Oh, great. Now he’d put his foot in his mouth. He didn’t like her, but he didn’t want to be mean either. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay.” But her face said otherwise. Her rapid-fire blinking made him feel even worse. He mentally urged her not to start crying.

“Yes, come to my villa. Grams made brownies today. She wouldn’t let me touch them, but if you guys come over, I’m sure she’ll serve them.”

Brittany smiled, her ‘I’m about to cry’ face gone. “Sounds good. I love brownies.”

Felicity came back in the room a minute later with her carry-on bag in tow. She looked like she was about to get all her teeth pulled at the dentist, which was flattering. Aiden felt like telling her she could go to his villa with Brittany, and he’d just stay here and sleep in the dark. It would probably be less awkward than what he was about to do.

“I’m ready,” Felicity said.

Brittany grabbed hold of his arm. “I can’t wait to see your villa, Aiden. Is it the largest one?”

Why did that make him bristle? “It’s the same size as all the family villas.”

“Oh. Well, I’m sure it’s super nice. I just booked a single room, so I’m curious to see yours. I want to see how you decorated it. When I first got married and we moved into the mansion, we hired Frank Dubois. We were lucky to get him. He’s usually booked out for months.”

Aiden wondered if Brittany had an important thought in her head. He bit his tongue and opened the door for her. Then he turned back to Felicity and took her bag from her.

“You don’t have to do that.”

“Just let me be a gentleman, okay? Grams would chew me out if I didn’t.”

She nodded and he took the bag from her. As he walked, Brittany sidled up to him. “Your resort is amazing.”

“Thank you.”

“I love the imported tile. I can tell it came from Italy. You have amazing taste.”

She kept talking about the resort, but he tuned her out, nodding every once in a while and smiling when she looked at him expectantly. The night air carried the smell of food from the restaurant as well as the light scent of the ocean, and he breathed in deeply. He couldn’t wait for next week when things would settle back to what he was used to.

Brittany slowed and stared at him, so he nodded again.

“Great! I knew you’d love the idea.” She clapped her hands together like a five-year-old.

Wait, what? He glanced back at Felicity, who looked like she was forcing a smile. What had he agreed to? Luckily Brittany kept talking.

“We’ll get up early then, and you can drive us. I think it’s about a two-hour drive. I know I was taking a chance by buying us the tour tickets, but I figured you both would love it. You guys are into that hiking thing, right? I had heard the ATM cave tour was amazing.”

The ATM cave was fantastic, and Felicity would love it, but the last thing Aiden wanted was to be stuck with Brittany all day tomorrow. How did he space off at the wrong time? He was hoping to disappear tomorrow. Or the rest of the week. Now he was stuck with Brittany prattling on about how much she loved her painted toenails. Just what he wanted to do tomorrow.

He reached his villa and opened the door, letting the women in before following them. He set Felicity’s bag down on the tile. Grams looked up from the magazine she was reading on the couch. She smiled until her gaze rested on Brittany. “Who’s that?”

“Grams! Don’t be rude. This is Brittany. She’s a friend from high school. It’s such a coincidence she’s here. She was at Felicity’s villa when I went there, so we decided to spend a little time catching up before calling it a night.”

Grams stood and crossed the room, her arms outstretched, a fake smile on her face. “Of course. Welcome, Brittany. And Felicity, I heard your villa lost power again. I’m so sorry. Our guest bedroom is perfectly fine, though. I’m sure you’ll be comfortable.”

Something about the way she said it made Aiden suspicious. “I didn’t say she was staying in our guest room. How did you know I couldn’t get the power back on?”

Grams pointed to the bag. “I just figured. Unless I’m wrong.” She batted her eyes in fake innocence.

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