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With a tug she pulls Billy, and they continue their way down the path.
“It was nice meeting you,” I call out before turning back to Ethan. “I might make a terrible wife one day, but at least we know now that I can fake it.”
“I guess everyone needs a goal.”
Pulling my hands off his body, I shake them out at my sides. “God, why did you kiss my nose? We did not discuss that.”
“I must have thought you were okay with it once you started feeling me up.”
I scoff at that, setting off again at an acceptable distance behind them toward the hotel. “I got us out of another dinner. If it weren’t for me you’d spend tomorrow night across from Malibu Barbie and Daryl Dixon. You’re welcome.”
“Your boss leaves and now my ex-girlfriend is here?” Ethan takes out his frustration in a series of long strides I have to jog to keep up with. “Have we earned a spot in the eighth circle of hell? Now we have to keep this stupid act up the entire time.”
“I have to admit to feeling partly responsible here. If something is going well and I’m around, look out. Win a free trip? Boss shows up. Boss goes home? Accomplice’s ex-girlfriend appears out of nowhere.”
He pulls open the door, and I am met with a blast of refrigerated air and the soothing gurgle-bubble of the lobby fountain.
“I’m a black cat,” I remind him. “A broken mirror.”
“Don’t be ludicrous.” He pulls out another penny—still not that one—and flicks it off his thumb into the splashing water. “Luck doesn’t work that way.”
“Please explain to me how luck really works, Ethan,” I drawl, following the trajectory of the coin.
He ignores this.
“Anyway,” I say, “this resort is huge. It’s like, forty acres and has nine swimming pools. I b
et we don’t even see Simba and Daryl again.”
Ethan lets a reluctant half smile slip free. “You’re right.”
“Of course I am. But I’m also exhausted.” I walk across the lobby and press the button to call the elevator. “I say we turn in and start fresh in the morning.”
The doors open, and we step inside, side by side but so far apart.
I press the button for the top floor. “And thanks to Miss Sophie I have a giant bed waiting for me.”
His expression reflected in the glass doors is a lot less smug than it was a few hours ago.
chapter seven
Once we’re back in the room, it feels about half as big as it did when we arrived, and I’m sure that is entirely due to the fact that clothing will be coming off soon as we get ready for bed. I am not ready.
Ethan tosses his wallet and key card onto the counter. I swear the sound of the items landing on the marble is like a cymbal crash.
“What?” he says in response to my dramatic startle.
“Nothing. Just.” I point to his stuff. “Jeez.”
He stares at me for a lingering beat before seeming to decide whatever I’m going on about isn’t worth it, and turns to toe his shoes off near the door. I walk across the room, and my feet on the carpet sound like boots crunching through knee-high grass. Is this a joke? Is every sound amplified in here?
What if I have to go to the bathroom? Do I turn on the shower to muffle the sounds? What if he farts in his sleep, and I can hear it?
What if I do?
Oh God.
It’s like a death march, following him down the short hallway to the bedroom. Once there, Ethan wordlessly moves to one dresser and I move to the other. It’s the quiet routine of a comfortable married couple, made super weird by the knowledge that we’re both ready to crawl out of our skins from the tension.
