Page 66 of Her Big Fat Dreamy Billionaire Ex

The light from the back of her phone shone bright on the shelves beside them. Felicity waited a minute before saying, “Hey, Grams. What’s up?”

She nodded and listened for a moment. “Well, I don’t know what to tell you. Aiden and Ihavetalked.”

Felicity nodded at something Grams was saying. “Right. But we’ve worked through all that.”

Then her face fell. “Well...I, uh...”

Grams spoke again and Aiden strained to hear what she was saying, but he couldn’t make out any words. Finally, Felicity’s shoulders slumped. “Are you really going to make us spend the night in a shed?”

Whatever Grams was saying made Felicity blink, and it looked like she was getting emotional. “Grams. Please,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.

But then she took the phone away from her ear and shook her head. “She’s not going to let us out. Not until morning.”

“Then I’ll get someone else’s attention.” He banged on the door again. “Help! We’re stuck in here!”

Felicity put her hand on his arm, and he stopped. She shook her head. “It won’t do any good. No one will hear you. It’s late enough, everyone is in their villas for the night.”

She was right, but Aiden felt helpless just giving up. He gave one last pound on the door. “This is stupid.”

Felicity shined her flashlight around the space. “Grams said she put two sleeping bags and a set of pillows in here.” The light rested on a shelf in the corner. “There they are.”

Aiden stared at her phone. Duh. She had a cell phone. What was he thinking? “Give me your phone. I’ll call Derrick.”

Felicity frowned at him. “Grams said that would be pointless, but go ahead. Maybe you can convince him to let us out.” She handed over her phone then reached to pull down the sleeping bags.

He dialed his resort manager’s number and pressed send. When Derrick answered, he smiled. “Hey, I’m so glad you picked up. Sorry for calling this late, but I seem to have locked myself in the supply shed. Could you come let me out?”

Derrick chuckled. “Yeah, I know all about your plan, and it won’t work. Phoebe warned me about it.”

He blinked. “What plan? I just need to be let out.”

“Right.” He laughed. “You’re not getting me on this one.”

Great. “What did Phoebe say? Because she’s locked me in the supply closet with Felicity and has some crazy idea about—”

“Wait, I thought you said you locked yourself in. You have to keep your story straight if you’re going to get anyone to believe you.”

Aiden pinched the bridge of his nose. “Derrick, this is not a practical joke. I swear. Just come let me out.”

“Nice try. See you tomorrow.” The phone went silent and Aiden swore.

Felicity gently took the phone away from him. “Sit down.”

He noticed she’d spread out the sleeping bags and pillows on the floor. The shed was small, but there was enough room for both of them to lay down. Aiden frowned, not ready to give up just yet. “Let me call Derrick back. Maybe if I explain the whole thing...”

Felicity shook her head. “You’re not going to win this one.”

He looked up at the window. “Maybe if I lift you up, you can get through the window.”

She gave him a flat look. “I couldn’t even squeeze my head through that. Let’s just sit down and talk, like Phoebe wants.”

“Wait, what?” He pulled his eyebrows together. “What did Grams say to you?”

Felicity tugged on his arm until he gave in and sat on his sleeping bag. She crossed her legs and folded her hands in her lap. “Grams knows we aren’t really together.”

“That’s what she thinks. But if we—”

“If we what? Lie some more? Aiden, this isn’t working. Grams wants us to talk this through. And she does have a point. We’ve never fully dealt with any of this.” Felicity broke her gaze and stared at the floor. “I should probably tell you about the day I left.”

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