I offered up a prayer of thanks. I didn’t deserve him, but I was grateful to have met such a caring man.
If you’d asked me three weeks ago, after the meeting with Chancellor Vought how I viewed my future, I’d have said it was dim. Today though, I knew that walking into that bakery had been divine intervention.
Chapter Sixty-Eight
Jessica
As I lay with my head on Alan’s chest late Monday afternoon, I let out a sigh.
He chuckled as he played with my hair. “What’s the sigh for, babe?”
“Just contentment. These past two days have been heavenly, and we haven’t even officially started our honeymoon.”
“I think you’re going to like being at the beach even better than being holed up in our house. Granted, we won’t have leftover reception food providing us with sustenance, but there’s plenty of places that deliver on the Cape. And we’ll have the same streaming services there to continue our binge watching.”
That’d been our existence the last two days—having sex, eating leftovers in bed, feeding Ruthie in bed, and binging series on Netflix and Apple TV+.
“I think I’ll be able to summon the strength to get out of bed and explore the town. You made it sound so lovely.”
“It is charming. And small, like Haven Springs, but the vibe is very different. There’s a lot of tourists, and many of the houses are short-term rentals, so not everyone knows—or even cares about—your business.”
“After living in Haven Springs all my life, I think I’ll like that.”
“We’ll have a good time.”
“And I’m excited to see Lancastle.”
“I’m excited to show it to you.”
I wrinkled my nose and reluctantly sat up. “Speaking of going to Massachusetts; I should probably pack.”
His phone beeped, so he picked it up off the nightstand and immediately frowned when he looked at the screen.
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah, I just need to make a phone call.”
****
Alan
Cameron sent me a five-word text that made my stomach drop.
Cameron: Your wish has been granted.
They better not want to send me somewhere while I’m in the middle of my honeymoon, or I was going to be pissed. I walked into the garage and used my government phone to dial.
He answered on the second ring.
“Are you calling from secure?”
“I am.”
“Good news. I was able to move you up the list—you’re heading out in eight days.”
“Eight days? I leave for my honeymoon tomorrow for two weeks.”
“Well, unfortunately, it’s only going to be a one-week honeymoon. But if all goes according to plan, you’ll be back before you know it, and you can pick up where you left off.”
