“Dr. Garcia is a traitor.” I walked to the bed and dropped next to him. “Dickhead was waiting for us at the marina parking lot. The island wasn’t part of the job. It was just a date,” I said dreamily, a smile working up my lips at the memory of my time with Andrew. Except for the unfortunate news, it was a really, really good date.
“Brandon said that old rat sold out Andrew for half a million dollars. They had him before we arrived in Colombia,” William said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe we were leading that asswipe to your treasure all this time.”
I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not mine.”
“Given the time and energy you’ve put into searching for this damn thing, I think you have all the right to call it yours.” William prodded my shoulder with a finger. “BTW, you’re glowing. Tell me about your day with Dr. Long Dong Silver. Did he tell you I helped him with the basket? Did you two have fun?”
A stupid grin grew on my face so wide it hurt. “We sure did. Twice.”
William’s eyes went round—good thing the FDA didn’t approve Botox into eyelids. “He only asked for one condom.”
I sheepishly smiled. “I took one before I left the room.”
“Thief.”
I rolled my eyes. “You stole a good bottle of wine from my apartment.” I pointed my finger at him. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that. And that bottle cost five times more than the box of condoms you bought at Costco.”
“Hey, condoms cost a lot. And there’ll be none left at the rate you and Dr. Hot Ass are going.”
“Are you serious?” I gawked at him. “You brought a box of forty. Were you actually thinking you’d need that many on our vacation?”
He shrugged nonchalantly. “You never know who you’ll meet. And I was thinking of both of us. Only, so far, you’re the only one taking advantage of it.”
Wait. What?
“What about the night you spent with Brandon?” I said, puzzled. “Didn’t you guys…?”
“Nope, we just talked,” William said with a sigh, his face relaxing into a dreamy expression, probably matching my earlier one. “We fooled around a bit but that was it. It was a magical night. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
Five days ago, I would have rolled my eyes hard because William hadnever-before-like-thisaffairs with pretty much every new guy he temporarily fell in love with. But now I understood how he felt because I was in the samenever-before-like-thisboat with Andrew. And it felt wonderful.
“I assume you’ve been keeping in touch all this time?”
William grinned, showing most of his beautiful white teeth. “Are you going to be mad if I say yes?”
“Only if you share our research with him.”
“We mutually agreed not to bring up Augustine Pérez.” He lifted his left hand, holding up three fingers. “I swear.”
“Put your hand down. You aren’t a Boy Scout. And it’s the right hand, not the left.” I picked up his phone and handed it to him. “Please unlock it.”
“What for?” He did as I asked and gave it back to me.
“I want to see if Brandon has been totally honest with you and didn’t install some spy tracking app.” I flipped through his screens with millions of colorful icons unsure what I was looking for. “Good grief, why do you need so many apps? There is no way I could know if any of?—”
A message appeared on the screen from none other than the man himself.
Brandon
I found the cutest B&B in the Cotswolds. I’ll send you a link. Want to go in April? It’s the best time to visit.
I glanced at William. “Why is he talking about the Cotswolds in the Spring?”
His phone dinged with another incoming text, but I didn’t look at it.
“I’m planning to visit him in the UK,” William said, the corners of his mouth tugging up.
“Oh.” My lips turned up in a weak smile. A pang of fear hit me. What if William migrated to England? “Just promise you won’t move away,” I joked, but then a shiver ran over my body.
