Page 97 of Faking the Pass
“I’m positivelymadeof time right now,” I said. “No work. No responsibilities.”
No sex.
“You got back to California with no trouble I hope?” I asked.
“Well, you know flying these days, but I got here,” she said. “And where are you? I’ve been dying to know—and I want details.”
“We’re on an island in Indonesia—a private one. Apparently there are more than eighteen-thousand of them here. This one’s owned by his brother. It’s gorgeous. The house is stunning, the weather is perfect, and the water is the clearest blue I’ve ever seen.”
“Amazing. And how’s married life?”
She used a suggestive tone, and I could practically see the mischievous twinkle in her eye.
“Has the famously uptight Mr. Lowerelaxeda bit?”
“You know it’s not like that.”Though it very nearly was last night.
“But yes, he has chilled out a bit,” I said. “We’ve been having a good time hiking and snorkeling and watching movies and stuff.”
“Mmmhmmm,” she hummed in a knowing way. “And how is thestuff? Is he huge? He must be huge—I couldn’t believe the size of him and all his brothers in person.”
My mind flashed to the mental images I’d created from the tactile impressions hisstuffhad left on me when we’d gotten closer than we should have.
I couldn’t help it.
I had a good imagination, and Presley had given melotsof inspiration to work with.
“I don’t know,” I told her. It was a half truth. “I haven’t seen it.”
“What?”
Danielle let out a shocked laugh. “I didn’t think there was anywayyou’d make it this far without tearing each other’s clothes off. Not with how he was looking at you during the ceremony and the reception.”
A flare of heat lit up my chest.
“Really? I didn’t notice anything.”
Honestly, I wouldn’t knowhowPresley had looked at me. I’d been so busy not looking athimduring the reception. And the ceremony had been such a nervous blur, I barely remembered it.
“Then you must be blind,” Danielle said. “Everyone’s talking about it.”
What?
“Everyone who?” I asked. “You mean his family? Are you keeping in touch with them?”
“No, I mean the wedding video,” she clarified. “The boy looks totally smitten.”
“What video? You mean the one the film crew did? How did you see it?Ihaven’t even seen it yet.”
“It went out this morning on all his socials. You didn’t know?”
Moving the phone away from my ear, I did a frantic search for the video, tapping my screen so hard I practically sprained my finger.
“Hello? Hello, are you still there Rosie?”
I was, but I’d gone speechless as the video began to play.
“Rosie, I think I lost you,” Danielle’s voice sounded very far away, drowned out by the sound of my own heartbeat slamming my eardrums.
