“I do.”
“Comeon.” She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table, a nefarious glint in her eyes. “You have to tell me what it is you do that you can afford a vacation house in Cabo and a private jet. Or is this family money?”
Lucas hesitated. He’d gotten this far without sharing any personal details with Kendra, beyond admitting that he’d been born in Missouri, and he really didn’t want to get into the Omegron scandal now. He hadn’t seen her spend much of anytime on her phone since arriving, which explained why she might not know about it yet, despite his face being plastered all over the news. He wanted to keep it that way.
“I’m in the tech field,” he said vaguely.
“Hmm.” Kendra nodded slowly, her spoon in her mouth. “Let me guess… You’re one of those tech nerds who spends all his time coding?”
Lucas chuckled. “What gave it away?”
“Your lack of social skills, mostly,” Kendra said with a wink.
“Wow. Rude.” Lucas took another spoonful of the flan. “I don’t know whatyoudo, either.”
“You’ll judge me.”
“Yeah, probably.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m a wedding photographer.”
Lucas chuckled. “Okay. I’m judging you a little bit.”
“It’s a great job, really.” Kendra sighed, setting her spoon down beside her plate. “Or it used to be. I guess I’m not so sure now.”
Lucas wanted to ask if her hesitation about her job came from her own wedding issues, but he remembered that she’d seemed upset when he’d mentioned her husband previously.
“I see,” he said instead.
“But I love photography.” She smiled. “I have since I was a child. And I wanted to be a wedding photographer ever since I was eight years old and took pictures of a family friend’s weddingon a disposable camera, and they turned out really nicely. OrIthought they did, anyway.”
“I haven’t seen you take any pictures on this trip,” Lucas pointed out.
“No. I don’t like taking pictures on my phone. I have my camera upstairs, but it seems silly to get it out right now.” She shrugged. “It’s fine.”
The atmosphere seemed a little more tense, though. Kendra rested her head in her hand and didn’t look at Lucas as much. Clearly, she wasn’t really interested in sharing about her life either, and she seemed to regret what she’d said. To Lucas’s surprise, he missed her banter and her smile.
They finished the flan, thanked their waiter, and headed upstairs. On the elevator, Lucas glanced over at her.
“What activities do you think they have planned for us tomorrow?” It was an attempt to bring back the easy conversation they’d shared over dinner, and it seemed to work, because Kendra cracked a smile.
“Maybe sensual pottery or something equally terrible.”
Lucas chuckled. “My money is definitely on sensual pottery. What is that, exactly?”
“I guess we’ll find out.” Kendra looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and they both laughed and looked away. The elevator dinged to show they’d reached their floor, and the doors whooshed open. They headed to their room, where Kendra swiped her key card for them to enter.
Lucas made a beeline for his phone next to the loveseat, while Kendra went into the bedroom. He barely had time to unlock his phone before she reappeared in the doorway.
“Lucas?” Her cheeks were that adorable pink that they got when she was flustered, and she was already fiddling with her hands. “Um…”
“What’s up?” He set his phone down and stood, but she blocked the doorway by spreading her arms wide and stepping in front of him.
“Before you go in, please know that I didn’t do this.” Her cheeks were still very pink.
“Okay…” Lucas couldn’t hide his smile. “I’m really curious now.”
She hung her head and stepped out of the way so that he could see into the bedroom. It was filled with at least two dozen tapered candles that gave off a soft, warm light. Roses stood in vases on every surface. The bed curtains had been tied up, and the bed itself was strewn with rose petals, some of which formed the shape of a heart. Lucas began to laugh, but when he caught sight of Kendra, she was looking down with red cheeks and fiddling with her hands again. She didn’t seem amused.
