Page 16 of Scarlett and the Big Bad Billionaire
“Are you kidding? He shoulddefinitelypay,” Wolf said.
He lifted the dome from my plate and an extra plate on the side of the cart. “In fact, I should have ordered the two-hundred- dollar-per-gram caviar for you.”
My eyes bugged. “Wow.This is a lot of food. Why did you order so much?”
“Wolves have big appetites,” he said, and proceeded to shovel astounding quantities of breakfast foods into his beautiful mouth.
After coming up for air, he said, “I was hungry last night when we left the bar, but I was afraid to leave you to go get some food.”
That shamed me. “Thank you for staying—I’m not sure if I’ve said that yet.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I really do want to do something to repay you,” I said. “I’ve got some cash in my purse—it’s in euros, and I won’t be needing it since I’m leaving this afternoon.”
He swiped the air with a big hand. “Nah, don’t worry about it. I’m surprised you’re leaving today. Old Bryce didn’t spring for a very long honeymoon.”
“Well, it was supposed to be a week, but… you know.”
His eyebrows pulled together, and he gave me a compassionate look. “Right. It really sucks that he bailed on you. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. Yeah, well, what are you gonna do?”
I let out a helpless, humorless laugh. “The worst part is I’ve got all these tickets for museum tours, two island-hopping ferry passes—non-refundable, of course. You should take those, too. You and one of your friends could go see the ‘wonders of Ancient Greece.’Somebodyshould.”
For a few minutes, Wolf chewed his food quietly. Then he said, “Why don’t you stay and see them?”
“By myself?”
“Would it be worse than going home right now?”
I had to think for a minute. “Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe not. No, actually I think it would.”
We finished breakfast, chatting lightly about the resort, the food, the amazing climate. Iwouldbe incredibly sad to leave it all after waiting so long to see it.
“What time does your convention stuff start today?” I asked.
“What?” Wolf looked confused for a second. “Oh—the convention. Yeah, it’s kind of, uh… winding down. The main stuff is over. We’re just sort of in the… debriefing stage now. What time’s your flight?”
“Three-forty-five. I’m gonna go ahead and get in the shower I guess and just head to the airport early. All my family and friends have left already.”
Wolf was quiet another minute, chewing the last of his omelette. “I could go on the tours with you.”
I put my fork down and swallowed hard to keep from choking. “What?”
“I could go with you.” He lifted his shoulders and let them fall in ano big dealgesture. “Or we could just skip the tours and explore on our own. I’ve never seen the wonders of Ancient Greece. I’ve never seen the other islands. You said you had two non-refundable ferry passes, dinner reservations for two, two of everything. It would be a shame to let them go to waste. Instead of heading back home to—where’d you say you’re from?”
“Minnesota.”
“Instead of going home to Minnesota… you could stay here and enjoy your honeymoon. With me.”
My belly flipped in an acrobatic move worthy of Circ du Soliel. “I don’t know. It seems kind of…”
“Fun? Awesome? Adventurous? Exciting?”
“Weird.”
“Why is it weird? Come on, Red, think about it.”
