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CHAPTER SEVEN
Turned out that having everything stolen didn’t make it easy to get home.
Not with a dark and dangerous, heavily tattooed guy, following on my heels—on foot, at least he’d ditched the motorcycle, because having him follow me on that would’ve been next level.
At least he kept his distance—which I appreciated.
After a second of panic, I came to appreciate the black SUV that cut me off, as well. Especially when the driver told me he was tasked to drive me back to the hotel.
Should’ve known Alex wouldn’t just let me wander off alone or fend for myself.
Too overprotective to do that.
And also, too damn overbearing.
When I arrived in my room, I undressed on the spot and immediately took a heavenly hot and luxuriously long shower.
I unfastened the towel and opened the closet.
My eyes fell on the emerald-green dress—the one he’d said he hated—which already hung in my closet, along with all the other clothes I’d tried on and—all the clothes and toiletries I could ever need.
I looked around. I hadn’t paid attention to the room, but on the small desk lay a credit card and a tablet. I walked over and studied the note attached saying:
So you can google me until you have your phone back, or do some online shopping.
How did Alex manage to get all of this to my room in the time it took me to get back?
And why would he even care?
I walked back to the closet and let the cool silk of the dress run through my fingers. Why would he get the dress if he hated it?
I shook my head. I really had no idea what was going through his head. And I was better off not caring.
I chose a plain, white sundress instead. Good enough for a solo meal, since Gabe and Sophie were off to a romantic dinner on the outskirts of Valetta.
Good for them…okay, for me. But why did they have to take me with them on their honeymoon?
It was such an idiotic move.
I sighed, then straightened.
Stop wallowing in self-pity, stupid. Sophie is the happiest she’s ever been. She deserves all the romantic dinners with her hubby she can get.
I just hoped Alex’s power on this island was great enough to get me back my purse. So I could escape this darn island ASAP.
I pulled on the dress and looked myself over in the mirror. My skin was a little more than sunkissed, even though Alex bought me sunscreen and watched me applying it with dangerously darkening eyes.
I shook my head at myself.
I needed to shake it off. This chemistry between us, this unnerving push-pull that I was feeling—not happening. Today was an exception.
Alex Falcone was not for me.
I left my room and walked to the main building that housed the restaurant.
I hated eating alone—even though I’d done so most of the time whenever I was home.
A good old family dinner?
