Page 81 of The Scenic Route
“Bennett is a good problem solver.” Felicity followed Rory’s gaze and was reminded again about Finn. “Oh! Deputy!”
Chris had already detached himself from Daisy and was walking toward the van. At her call, he turned around, but she waved him on.
“Just going to remind you of Finn, but you’re already on it.”
He gave a nod and continued toward the van.
“Finn?” Lou asked, and Felicity winced. She really didn’t want to go through everything again, especially since Rory volunteered with the fire department. There was a good chance that she’d been friends with Finn. Felicity’s eyes wanted to close, so she allowed them to sink down as she rested her head on Bennett’s shoulder.
“She’s tired,” Bennett said firmly, starting the golf cart. “We’re going to get her checked out and then go to the hotel.”
When Felicity cracked her eyes open, she saw they were headed back toward the store—headlights on this time. She smiled and let her eyes sink closed again, burrowing into his side as his arm tightened around her.
Just this once, she’d let her knight sweep her off into the sunset on his trusty electric souped-up golf cart steed.
***
Bright light turned the insides of her eyelids orange, bringing her slowly awake. She was lying on her stomach in a cloud-soft bed, and a smile curved her lips as she stretched her arms out to either side, searching for her husband. When her reach only turned up crisp sheets, she frowned and opened her eyes.
Although the main room was empty, she could hear a low rumble of his voice in the bathroom. Assuming he was on hisphone and didn’t want to wake her, she stretched again, feeling the bruises and aches from the night before. Her hands were the worst, especially the rug burn, but they were still usable. A low-grade headache throbbed behind her temples, but she knew once she popped a couple of ibuprofen, she’d be right as rain.
Since Bennett didn’t seem to be wrapping up his phone call anytime soon, she reached for her own cell. She was overdue in contacting Molly thanks to her sleep-in, and she didn’t want her sister descending on their honeymoon suite, especially not knowing that it was an actual, literal honeymoon suite.
“Did the fake gun giveaway work?” Molly asked as she answered.
Felicity grinned. Despite everything that’d happened, that little trap had performed beautifully. “It did indeed. Walked right into our snare, the silly little skip.”
Molly cheered, and she heard John in the background asking for more details.
“There were a few hiccups afterward with his militia buddies, but Bennett helped me out, and it all ended well.”
“Want to elaborate on those ‘hiccups’?”
“Nope.” What Molly didn’t know couldn’t give her an ulcer, so Felicity breezed right by that. “Enough about that. I have news.”
“Good news?” Molly asked eagerly. “Because I’d love some good news.”
“It is.” Despite her nerves about telling her sister, Felicity felt excitement bubbling up inside her. “Bennett and I got married.”
The silence on the other side built until Molly screeched, “What??”
“We’re married!” Nervous relief released in a happy laugh. “We didn’t really plan it—long story—but we’re really happy.”
“I…what…married?”
Felicity giggled again at hearing her usually composed sister so discombobulated. “Married. And in love.” She didn’t mention that, for her, they happened in that exact order.
“Really?” Although Molly still sounded skeptical, there was an edge of hope in her voice. “You’re really happy to be married? Because last I knew, he was stalking you.”
“Yeah, he’s supersmart and great at his job but horribly awkward socially.” Now that the hardest part was over and her sister seemed to be taking the news semi-well, Felicity propped some pillows behind her and snuggled in, excited to be able to talk freely about her new husband. “He reminds me of Norah, actually.”
“You know,” Molly said thoughtfully, “I can actually imagine Norah stalking someone—just by accident.” John’s laugh boomed in the background.
“Exactly.” Smiling, Felicity mentally replayed what he’d said to her the previous night. “I’ve even started liking his grunts, because only I know what he means, so it’s like we have this private language.”
“His grunts?” Molly started to laugh. “Now Iknowyou’re in love.”
“Pax, put Fifi on speaker.” John’s voice came through more clearly, meaning he was trying to squish his head against Molly’s so he could hear. “I’m just getting bits and pieces, and I’m dying here.”
