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That gets a smile from me. “Is the honeymooning part essential to the plan?”
“It’s negotiable, I think.” He stands and pulls me up with him. “We’ll start with the Winscott and work our way through the chain hotels while the rain holds.”
“Chances are the names he remembered are the best bet.” I can do this. I can be optimistic until I have a solid reason not to be.
Will leans over me and slides one hand behind my neck, drawing me up to him. He slips his other arm behind my back then lowers his lips to mine. Where last night’s kiss was intenseand exciting, this one is gentle and soft. It’s brief, a reminder of the electricity that’s there between us, waiting to be investigated when the time is right. This is only the second time we’ve kissed, but it’s a reminder that this thing between us is real, however new it is. He rests his forehead against mine for a moment, then slides his hands down into mine when he pulls away.
“So,” he asks. “Are we honeymooners or not?”
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CHAPTER 26
WILL
Ellie opens up her Instagram, skimming over the comments on her post as the SUV drives up Bulevar Kukulcan toward the Winscott Hotel. She gives a soft, “Hmmm.”
“What is it?” I look down at her phone, but I’m not sure what she’s looking at specifically.
“This woman commented that she saw them at the airport.” She shrugs. “It’s nice that people are commenting and that they’re on the lookout, but it’s not anything new.”
I already have my arm around her, so I pull her closer, kissing the top of her head. She tilts her head back to look at me, a rare smile flashing across her lips. “I never would have pegged you for a PDA type of guy.”
“Does it bother you?”
She reaches up and pulls my head toward her, giving me a light kiss on the lips. “No,” she whispers.
“When I’m comfortable with someone, when I don’t feel like I have to consider everything I say, I’m not the—what did you call me? Grumpy to your sunshine?”
She snorts a laugh. “That makes sense. So you’re actually a cinnamon roll.”
“What?” I eye her skeptically.
“Hard on the outside; beautiful sugary gooey inside.”
“Do not ever repeat that again, Ellie Bennet.”
“I’m sending a group text to your team now.” She winks at me and pulls her phone out, scrolling through more comments on her post. Her smile, and the brief lightness we enjoyed, disappears, replaced with a worried frown.
“Caleb will get something soon, I’m sure,” I say to reassure her. “Law says he’s scary in a good way.”
She nods, then leans her head against my shoulder and checks her messages from her family. Every time I reassure Ellie, I see less and less hope in her expression.
If Grayson Hollis has hurt Libby, I will make him pay. I won’t have to worry about dragging Anna through something anymore. The Bennets have made sure Libby’s name is already out there in connection with Hollis. He will go down for this.
The SUV pulls off the main road and heads up a private drive. Ellie and I share a look. “It’s too nice.” She scowls at the luscious plants that surround the drive and the hotel towering above us. “Do you happen to know if Hollis had a big contract with the Pumas?” She switches apps on her phone, doing a Google search.
“No idea.”
“There’s a chance the Pumas still had to pay out a portion of the contract when they cut him, especially if Anna never filed charges and they couldn’t invoke his morality clause or personal conduct clause.”
The SUV comes to a stop, and Ellie pockets her phone, not waiting for me to push open her door and hop out. “Espera, por favor?” she asks the driver, and hands over a generous tip.
“Bueno,” the man replies, and Ellie rounds the car to head inside.
She strides through the lobby to the reception desk, all confidence. She holds up her phone, showing a picture of Libby, and asks the clerk something in smooth Spanish.
