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“You don’t turn down expensive hotel rooms when someone offers to pay for them,” I hissed playfully.
Felicity laughed, then took her son’s arm as we stepped out and moved back toward the parking lot.
“Ok, I guess an expensive room it is,” Ash agreed.
The joy in her face was dampened from the loss of her brother, but still there. She was obviously overjoyed to have met Ashton. She seemed honest and real and present, which said a lot.
“Ride with us. I’ll get you a room and you two can get some rest.”
That sounded pretty damn good after the night we’d all had.
True to her word, we pulled up to some fancy hotel several minutes drive away and went right to the desk, getting another room. Before we knew it, she handed over the keycard of our very own room, then followed Woodrough to what I imagined was their room. Or maybe rooms? I didn't know, and honestly, I didn't care.
The place was fancy as shit when we got inside. It was a suite, with its own living and dining room area, then a massive king in the bedroom, polished off with a modern and luxurious bathroom.
“How about a bath?” he asked me.
I just shook my head.
“I just want to crawl into that bed and feel you curl around me,” I admitted.
“That I can do,” he agreed, pulling his shirt over his head.
I undressed too, then crawled in with him right behind me. I fell asleep with my face in his chest and his arms holding me so damn tight.
Chapter 39
Freya
The funeral home was an…interesting experience. When Felicity and Ashton agreed to have no ceremony or celebration of life, it all got down to the brass tacks of a casket and a hole in the ground to put it in. Felicity had insisted on paying for everything, which, surprisingly, Ashton didn’t argue with. The casket was minimal, but the plot ended up being a premium. Evidently putting a body in the ground was expensive.
“Do you know who you would like to perform the burial service?” the director asked, looking between Ash and Felicity, because it was obvious that they were the ones in charge.
“I really don’t give a fuck,” Ash blurted, venom slipping into his words. “Throw him in the hole and cover it up. Nobody will be there but us, and I couldn’t give a shit.”
“I’d like a Catholic burial,” Felicity swooped in. “Our parents were Catholic, and we grew up that way.”
The director nodded and made some notes.
“I’ll call the director where he’ll be buried and find out what the options are timewise, and then I’ll get back to you. We’ll take care of everything.”
That quick, we got up and left.
“Can I take you to lunch? Both of you?” Felicity asked as we stepped out into the hot summer’s day outside.
“Sure,” Ash agreed. “But I’m paying.”
Felicity agreed with a laugh, then got in the car.
“Where’s Woodrough?” I asked now that we had a moment to speak.
“He’s back at the hotel. He’s doing research for some more clients.”
“Clients?”
She nodded and smiled.
“My Woodrough is a private investigator. He’s the one who found Ashton for me after all this time. Only took him eighteen hours to follow the rabbit trail since you left the Marines.”
