Chapter Two
The Resort
The Arrival
Sunday
Late Morning
At last, their plane had landed, and it was safe to say nothing was going to destroy their vacation in sunny Puerto Rico. As soon as the plane touched down, they were in the clear, and on vacation.
Gene would be lying if he said he wasn’t nervous there’d be some in-the-air incident where they’d have to pull their badges and play Feds.
But there wasn’t.
It was a damn good day in their world.
When they were picked up at the airport, Gene loaded up their luggage, and the whole time, he was whistling, smiling, and didn’t have a care in the world.
This was the start of their long-anticipated and repeatedly-delayed vacation.
And he was going to make the most of it.
Bet.
On.
It.
There was nothing in this whole world that was going to make him miserable now that they’d touched down and were here.
Not if it rained.
Not if all they did was stay in and have sex non-freaking-stop.
And not even if Corbin and Will interrupted them.
Oh, if they thought he didn’t know they were on the same plane, they had another thing coming.
Because he wasn’t an idiot.
Were they really that ridiculous that they believed he wasn’t aware of their presence?
If they thought he didn’t smell that very familiar aftershave that CorbinALWAYSwore, or they believed that he didn’t hear the giggling when he headed toward the bathroom on the flight…
Only, he didn’t give two shits.
Or three shits.
Or four.
He wasn’t the least bit surprised that Corbin had opted to get on a plane, and try to hijack their vacation. That was, after all, his MO.
If he didn’t show up, he would have been shocked as shit. To actually stow away on the plane?
Okay, so he didn’t stow away, but only because he’d lose his badge.
Planning to surprise them by arriving to annoy the shit out of him wasn’t novel.
