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We’re in Santorini, Greece.
“Your villa is two doors down from ours. You have your own pool,” Spence tells the boys. “The key is in the mail box at the side.”
“Thank you.” They both smile, and I think that, secretly, they’re just as excited as me.
I love how Spencer always books their things and looks after their welfare, making sure they are well looked after. They have taken to him well and look to him for guidance now. It means a lot to me, and it says a lot about the type of man Spencer is.
“We’ll just check out your place first, if that’s okay?” Anthony asks.
“Of course.”
The boys grab our bags and then disappear inside, leaving me to bounce around in the car. I can’t remember ever being this excited. Spencer opens my door and holds his hand out for me to take.
“You ready, angel?” His face is alive with mischief, and I already know the place he’s booked is incredible.
“I am.” I beam at him as I take his hand and get out of the car. “Thank you for organising this. It’s amazing.”
“You haven’t even seen it yet.” He chuckles. “This isn’t our place. We’re camping on the beach with no bathroom.” He throws me one of those sexy winks he does so well. “I thought we could rough it. Really get to know each other.”
I laugh. “That would be amazing, too.”
He takes me into his arms and kisses me. “You are very easily pleased, Charlotte Prescott.”
“As long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
We kiss again as the air around us swirls, our tabloid disaster has thankfully been left behind on the plane. We’ve decided not to think about it until Monday when we return. There’s no use worrying and ruining our time here over something that’s already done.
We are on the side of the mountain in Santorini, just near a village called Fira. All the houses and villas are white and overlook the sea. It looks like it’s straight out of a travel brochure.
“Let’s go inside,” I urge.
“Wait for the boys to finish first.”
Oh, he wants privacy. I love it when he wants privacy.
I giggle up at him and he holds me in his arms. “Greece agrees with you.” He smiles lovingly at me.
“I know.” I laugh. “It really does.”
He chuckles, and a few moments later we hear the words we’ve been waiting for. “All clear.”
“Thank you,” Spencer says as they walk back out into the garage. “I’ll call you in the morning. No plans, we’re just here to relax.”
“Okay.”
He slaps Wyatt on the back as he walks past him.
“We have our phones if you need us,” Anthony calls.
“Thanks.”
Spencer guides me through the huge timber double front doors, and my mouth falls open as my eyes bounce around the space.
“Oh my God,” I gasp.
It’s all white and minimalistic. The walls are made from rendered cement, and the floor has a beautiful terracotta tile to it.
The room is glowing pink and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
