Presley waited until the room was emptied other than her and Cruz and then she turned to him.
“What is the secret? What is it you’ve been hiding from me which is making Anderson give me strange side-eyes and hissing at you constantly?”
“Can we sit?” He motioned to the patio, “preferably away from the mess in here.”
She led the way to the patio table and sat on the chair facing the beach. Couples walked hand in hand the way she and Cruz did earlier in the day, and she realized it felt an entire lifetime ago.
“Are you okay?” he asked as he sat down opposite her, his hands flattening and fisting atop the table as if nervous.
“What do you think Cruz? Somewhere in this resort there is a mobster who is expecting to take me as a payment because my insane brother thought it would be a clever
