30
Sloane
The sun’s already up,but Davis is still sleeping as I sneak out of bed.
That man.
He would be so easy to fall for.
If I let myself.
Bad, bad idea, Sloane.
And that’s why I’m creeping through the pool house, pulling on clothes and hoping to not wake him after I once again completely passed out on him as soon as he gave me a single orgasm.
At least I got him naked too this time.
And not for him.
For me.
I like naked Davis, even if I’m disappointed his penis isn’t tattooed.
Which I should not think about.
Ever again.
What I need to think about is getting out and finding a treasure.
Checking in with Tillie Jean to see if she’s found us a fake minister and what else I need to do to plan my own pretend wedding.
Figure out how to not fall completely head over heels for my pretend fiancé.
But first—food.
Sex and treasure hunts and finding crime scenes and battling raccoons and arguing with family and planning a fake wedding makes a woman hungry.
Who would’ve guessed?
I spot Giselle parked on a pool chair just outside the pool house, so after a long, relieved breath that she didn’t actually quit, I hit the code Sarah gave me on the keypad, wincing with every beep, and stick my head out of the door.
“Morning,” I whisper to her.
She gives me a head-to-toe look-over, then smirks. “You forgot thegoodpart.”
“Do you think it’ll be okay if I have some of the food in the kitchenette? I’ll replace it.”
“Manbun still sleeping?”
“He was thirty seconds ago.”
“Then no. You can’t have food in the pool house. Go on inside. Ms. Ryder brought her cinnamon rolls, and I’d be fired if you missed them.”
“Why does that answer depend on Davis sleeping?”
She smirks again. “It would give me joy ifhemissed them.”
“Why don’t you like him?”
