“Tina,” I slide an arm casually around her shoulders. “This is my ex-fiancée.”
“Your ex. Why you?—”
“And CeCe,” I interrupt without missing a beat. “This is my wife.”
If possible, her jaw falls even more open. “Your wife.”
“Yes, his wife,” Tina says, sliding her left hand possessively up my chest. “And you’re the woman who planned to drug a nice man and trick him into thinking he slept with your sister so you could empty his bank account.”
CeCe’s cheeks flush red. “I never said I was going to drug him.”
“I’m not sure how else you thought you were going to convince him of something that didn’t happen.” Tina rests her head against my shoulder. “Honey, do you think we should call the police so they can start an investigation? While we’re at it, we can let them know someone stole one of our room keys.”
Tina purses those pretty little lips of hers. “Or maybe we should let the trash see itself out?”
I fight the urge to laugh. “Oh, I don’t know. What do you think, CeCe?”
She opens and closes her mouth once. Twice. Then she spins on her heel and storms back out.
The room falls silent for a beat. Then both of the IV techs let out whoops of laughter.
Tina gives me a sheepish grin. “Sorry about that.”
“Sorry? Why would you be sorry?” I plant a wet, noisy kiss on her forehead. “That. Was. Awesome.”
“Well… it seemed like the least I could do.”
“The look on her face.” I shake my head, still smiling. “I owe you. Big time.”
“You don’t owe me anything.”
“Yeah, I do. I guarantee I won’t be hearing from CeCe for a long time. If ever.” I give her another squeeze. “Whatever you want to do today, anything at all, we’re doing it.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Anything.” I nod. “What do you have in mind?”
Her grin turns into a smirk. “You’ll see.”
FOUR
TINA
In hindsight, buying a short golf skort in the pro shop was more than a last-minute fashion choice. It turns out to have been a strategic tactic for my game.
Every time I lean over to tee off, Josh sucks in breath. And every time I follow through with my swing, setting the skort a flutter, he groans.
I’ve never been the kind of girl to tease a man. I’ve especially never been the kind who used her sexuality in that kind of way. Then again, I have also never been someone who marries a stranger the same night she met them.
At the fifth hole, I take a swing and set the ball sailing through the air.
Josh lets out a low whistle of admiration. “You weren’t lying when you said you’re good at this game.”
“Yeah, well. I’ve played a lot.” I shrug, even as I glow under his praise.
“Were you on the golf team back in high school or something?”
“No, but I used to play with my dad and brother a lot.”
