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“Except I bet you anything that he will be at all your fairground events in the future. Just like Prescott is with me.”

“And you are.”

Kat laughed. “Yeah. I never believed I would enjoy it that much after I substituted for you.”

Once they were done eating, and though she was reluctant to leave Gregory that night, they kissed and hugged, and then the ladies all returned to their house with their bodyguards. The bodyguards checked out the home, and finding it clear, Sascha, Lucy, and Rose all put on bathing suits and got into the hot tub for a short while. The other ladies sat on the back deck overlooking the ocean. It was dark out now and about time for bed, but this was so nice.

They listened to the waves crashing on the beach and felt the sea breeze sweeping through their hair. Sascha glanced in the direction of where the ice cream shop was down the beach and the guys’ house just beyond that.

“Are you wishing you had taken Gregory up on his asking you to stay with him tonight?” Kat asked.

“Nope. It’s our time. It’s beautiful here, and I’m thrilled we came here.”

“I agree,” Mrs. Landry said. “I heard you were going to the Keys for your honeymoon.”

“Oooh, the Keys,” Lucy said. “Now that’s a place I would love to go.”

With Damon? Sascha suspected not.

“I’ll have to get Prescott to take me there before I get too big,” Kat said.

“Hmm,” Mrs. Landry said. “Sounds like a nice spot for Montague to take me too.”

“Same with me with Jimmy, of course,” Aunt Meg said.

Then Sascha and the others got out of the hot tub, wrapped themselves in towels, and finally said good night to one another, hugged all around, and retired to their bedrooms, showers, and beds.

As soon as she slipped into bed, Sascha got a call from Gregory, and she laughed. “Hey, you, are you missing me already?”

“Of course I am. Always when we’re not together.”

“Everyone overheard we’re going to the Keys for our honeymoon, and they want to go there too.”

He chuckled. “That’s funny. What are you doing tomorrow?"

“Spending the morning at the beach, swimming, walking along the beach, enjoying the Gulf. What about you?”

“The guys all want to go parasailing.”

She laughed. “You’ll have fun.”

Then they finally told each other, “I love you.” And goodnight.

But in the middle of the night, Sascha saw a man in a mask coming at her, his hands reaching for her throat. She struggled to get free of the bedding and kneed him in the jewels, and he cried out. Where were her bodyguards? Where was Gregory?

Sascha tried to speak, but she couldn’t get any words out. As soon as he recovered from her kneeing him, he came back to strangle her. She screamed.

21

As soon as Sascha screamed, she woke herself up. Everyone was waking in the house and hollering for her, concerned for her welfare, while heavy footfalls headed for her bedroom as the bodyguards converged on her bedroom.

Thankfully, she was dressed in modest pajamas as the men threw her door open and checked on her. She felt foolish for alarming everyone.

The men quickly checked under her bed, the windows to make sure they were locked, the balcony door to make sure nobody was on the balcony, and her bathroom.

“No one is here,” Omar confirmed as he left the bathroom.

Henry asked Sascha, “What happened?”