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“We need food. I haven’t eaten in hours.” She obviously angled to change the subject.
“Right, I forgot.” He removed the spa voucher from his wallet and handed it to her.
She glanced at it. “What’s this?”
“Spa voucher. Compliments of the resort for making us move. I’m not into pedicures, and I figured you’d enjoy it.”
“I say, ‘I need food’ and you hand me a coupon for a pedicure?” She studied the slip of paper.
“They also comped our meals while we’re here, so we can head to dinner whenever. Or they said they’d deliver something tonight if we want since it was their screw up.”
“I need food,” she said again.
“You want to order?” He snagged a menu from the nightstand.
“I hoped if I said it again, you might pull a manicure from your wallet next.” She grinned now, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say she was flirting. Damn, she had a killer smile when she used it—which wasn’t often enough.
“You’re cute.” He tossed her the menu.
She caught it in one hand.
“It’ll probably take a bit for delivery. I’m going exploring. Order me a burger, babe.” He stood from the bed.
“Stop calling me ‘babe.’”
“Stop being adorable.”
Her eyes moved from the menu to stare at him with a disbelieving gleam. “I’m not adorable.”
“Uh-huh.” He slipped on his shoes.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving me alone on our honeymoon,” she huffed.
“As you pointed out, Princess, it’s not a real one.” He’d prefer to go exploring with her, but he needed to return calls. Taking over a broadcast empire the size of Crestone entailed a lot of meetings, phone calls, and paperwork. The attorneys handled the majority of the paperwork, but he still had to attend an obscene number of meetings. Every time he checked his phone, five or ten more voicemails needed attention. Most of the calls came from the attorneys, sometimes from his father, occasionally from Parker.
“Later, Princess.” He didn’t turn around as he left the cabin, but he knew her eyes never left his back.
* * *
Exploring for William meant arguing with his father, and hoping his chest wouldn’t implode from lack of oxygen, while sitting on the beach near the lodge. By the time he finished, he was hungry, tired, and as grumpy as Lucy in the morning. He’d expected once the judgment came through, his father would quit jerking him around. Turned out the verdict only ignited his father’s anger, and Dad was on a mission to continue running not only the company, but also William’s life.
When he finally got back to the cabin, he found Lucy sprawled on the bed, asleep, and the table near the kitchenette set with two trays. One tray was picked over while the silver room service cover remained fitted on the other. He lifted it and took a bite of tepid hamburger.
After he finished eating, he cased the cabin. Room service had delivered a six-pack of beer with dinner, a bottle of wine, and a Thank You note from the manager.
All he wanted right now was to sit and watch a game. Any game. He’d even take a soccer game or NASCAR if it meant a break from the lunacy going on in his head about his dad, his company, and Lucy spread eagle on the bed. And he hated soccer and NASCAR. Now, Lucy spread eagle…that he could get used to.
Her mouth moved as if she carried on an important conversation even in sleep. It was probably creepy that he enjoyed watching her this much. He didn’t particularly care because, well, he did enjoy watching her. At least asleep she didn’t seem angry with him for dragging her along on his assignment.
He needed to find something to do.
The closet next to the bathroom held extra linens and pillows, a handful of paperback novels, and a stack of board games. He sifted through the novels—mainly mysteries he had already read and a few Stephen King books. The board games were pretty standard. Monopoly was his game. He could wipe the floor with anyone when he played, so it wasn’t fair to Lucy. Dirty Jenga. Now, that one held promise. The last game was called Confessions: The Ultimate Game of Getting to Know You.
He’d found a winner.
Lucy squirmed on the bed. He guessed she’d be awake soon, so he cleared the trays from the table, popped the top on a beer, and set up Confessions.
The instructions were easy enough. It worked similar to poker. William was counting chips when Lucy sat up in bed, stretched her arms over her head, and yawned.
