Presley and Cruz held hands as they were followed at a discreet distance by a security team, both hired by Cruz and Liborio.
“I feel like we’re criminals being followed around by cops.” Presley grumbled.
“Ignore them. I know it’s hard but ignore them,” Cruz kissed her knuckles. “Remember when we went skiing at Whistler?”
She looked at him in surprise. “What?”
“When your dad took us all skiing at Whistler. You were in grade seven or eight. Remember?”
“I do.”
“I was trying to think of all the fun things we did, like a family, and not the pranks and stuff. Your dad always made me feel like I was part of your family. It was partly why I felt so guilty about lusting after you when I saw you in your undies. I considered you a sister and there I was hard as a rock. Anyway,” he shook his hea
