“Brothers of the heart. Sullivan triplets are fun.” He grins, then takes the clue, holds it up, and reads it. “You will be very lucky tonight. In bed.”
“That isnotwhat our clue says. Hey. You’re holding it upside down. And backwards.”
“You sure?”
“Theo.”
“Wanna do something bad, Laney?”
A thrill zings through me from my nose to my vagina. “It’s Emma’s wedding week,” I whisper.
He steers me off the path behind the cute little resort bistro on the beach where Sabrina, Emma, and I had a very,verylong brunch today—all fun, most of it waiting longer than I’ve ever waited for a pastry before in my life—and then he does something that makes me squeak in horror.
He twists the handle on the back door, the door markedstaff only, and pulls me inside.
“Oh my god, we can’t be here,” I whisper in the dark.
“You know what this is?”
“It’s the bistro kitchen. We’re not staff. We can’t—shut up. I know what you’re thinking.Rule-following Plainy-Laney can’t have any fun. Butthis will get us kicked out, Theo. We’re not supposed to be here.”
“You know whoissupposed to be here?”
“Not. Us.”
“The staff making dinner for Emma’s bachelorette party.”
“What?”
He flicks on a light.
I wince.
“The staff, Laney. The kitchen staff. The wait staff. The staff that the front desk told you would be here?They’re not here.”
Oh, no. Oh, no no no.
“So. You wanna have some fun and help me solve another problem, or you wanna stand here talking about how we’re not supposed to be here?”
My brain is breaking even as it’s lighting up at the idea of solving a problem.
Pretty sure he knows this is like talking dirty to me.
“Why isn’t the staff here?”
“Not the most immediate concern, princess.”
“Okay. Okay.” I blow out a slow breath. “Right. Problem. Let’s fix this. Is there food? I can’t cook. I mean, I can cook, but I can’t cook for—”
“Were those tacos good last night?” he asks.
I blink at him.
“Laney.Were the tacos good last night?”
“They were until they made us hit a wild pig.”
He grins. “That’s the spirit. You in? Or are you gonna let Emma freak out when there’s no food for her guests in an hour?”
