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Lucy backed away and did her best not to fall on her face on the way to the wall of brochures about…fly-fishing. No, thank you. She didn’t care for large bodies of water.
She browsed a flyer for a local watering hole instead.
“Hey.” William’s warm whisper teased the hairs at her neck. He rested his palm on her shoulder which, thanks to the mud situation, meant his hand settled mostly on naked skin and a tiny bit of fabric.
Which, of course, meant putty.
“All checked in. Did you find anything interesting, darling?” He drawled that last part too long, his eyes bright with clear amusement.
He totally had her number when he smiled at her. For a full five seconds.
She wasn’t putty anymore. Nope, she was pretty much a goopy mess of Lucy.
He raised his eyebrow and nodded to the brochures she held. “What’d ya find?”
“Fly fishing and bars.” She held up the two flyers, one in each hand.
“Sounds like the makings of the best day of my life.” His gaze moved over the photos of the fishing brochure. “Babe, we’re goin’ fishing.”
She so was not going fishing. “Babe?”
“You didn’t seem to care for Snookums. Figured I’d keep trying ’til I find one you like.”
She cringed. “You’re impossible.”
“I’ve been called many, many worse things.”
“I don’t fish.”
“First time for everything, Honey Pie.” He snagged her hand and tugged her along beside him.
He’d called most of the members of his harem in Florida that particular endearment. “I hate that name the most, Dimples.”
He paused, everything about him turning abruptly serious. “Then I’ll have to keep trying, won’t I?”
Crap.
* * *
The honeymoon suite turned out to be even nicer than the hotel lobby, which said a lot. Lucy kicked off her shoes and curled her toes into the plush carpet. Tonight she would sleep in luxury.
“This place is amazing, Will.” She traced a fingertip along one of the ribbons on the pillowcases. “These have to be over a thousand-thread-count. Come here and feel.”
He dropped an armful of bags. “I’ll feel up the bedding when I get back. One more trip should do it.”
“Do you want any help?” She glanced up.
“Nope, enjoy your time with the pillows.” He grinned a told-you-you’d-like-it smile and tugged the door closed behind him.
She sorted through the bags of equipment he’d left along the wall.
The oversize picture window framed the wilderness surrounding the lodge. The sound of a keycard in the door knocked her back to reality. The door didn’t open.
“Will?” she called.
Nothing.
She peeked through the eyehole. The man on the other side was not William.
