Page 51 of The Scenic Route
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This honeymoon suite was definitely not anot-honeymoon suite.
Everything about it screamed romance. It was one step away from having a heart-shaped bed. Felicity stared at the complimentary bottle of champagne and told herself to stop freaking out. She’d spent two nights with Bennett in a different honeymoon suite and one night on the floor of his car, and both of them had survived. Her gaze shifted to the bathroom door, which was currently blocking her view of Bennett, and then she moved to retrieve her phone charger from her bag.
Very carefully not looking at the painting of an embracing couple hung on the lace-patterned wall, she plugged in her phone, deciding to deal with a different uncomfortable situation to take her mind off this one. As soon as the battery was charged enough, a series of beeps made her cringe.
“Forty-nine texts and thirteen calls,” she said under her breath as she looked at the screen. “That’s not so bad.” Honestly, she’d expected more.
Without listening to her voicemails or doing more than glancing over the unread texts, she called Charlie’s number.
“You’re not dead.”
“If I am, I’m a zombie.”
“You’d hate being a zombie,” Charlie said in a hushed voice. “I’ll come chop off your head as soon as I get my hands on Mom.”
“Deal.” Felicity really would hate being a zombie. “You need me to call back later?”
“No, I’m—hang on.” Charlie went silent for several seconds. “Yep, I’ll call you later. Wish me luck.”
“Good luck!” Felicity whispered, even though she wasn’t the one who needed to keep her voice down. She had a moment of regret that she wasn’t there to watch her sister’s back, but she was even more determined to bring Dino in after what had happened in Vegas.
Next, she dialed Molly.
“If you’re not dead, I’m going to kill you myself.”
Felicity grinned. “Not dead, but I have averygood reason I haven’t contacted you in two days.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Molly didn’t sound like she believed her. “And what’s that?”
“Charlie stole my phone charger last week, and we had to chase Dino to Vegas.”
“We?”
Felicity winced. Of course her sister picked up on that. “Me and Bennett.”
“Bennett Green?” Molly didn’t sound too much happier than she had when she’d first answered her phone. “He’s still hanging around?”
“Yeah, but he’s been very helpful.”
“Mmm-hmm.” She sounded even more doubtful that time.“Did you get Dino?”
“No.” Felicity was annoyed by that fact all over again. “After a full day of surveillance, he disappeared on us.”
“So why didn’t you call me last night?”
Felicity let out a huff. There was no way around it. Her sister would never be satisfied with the short, semiaccurate summary she’d given the murder ladies. “Dino had someone spike our drinks, so we were kind of out of it last night.”
There was an echoing silence on the other end of the call before Molly screeched, “What?”
Wincing, Felicity held the phone away from her.
“Are you okay?” Molly was still talking—although at a less ear-piercing volume—when Felicity put the phone back to her ear. “What happened? What’d they drug you with? Did you go to the ER?”
“Yes, still working on that, not sure, no,” she answered.
Molly must’ve figured out which answer went to which question, since she asked, “What do you know so far?”
