Presley was wrapped up in Cruz’s arms at her suggestion of them making up when a knock on the door made them both groan again.
“Seriously. Our friends are not kind.” Cruz complained as he moved to look through the peephole and then froze. He looked at Presley and put his finger to his lips shaking his head.
“What?” she mouthed at him.
He looked to the patio as if contemplating opening the curtains and going out of the room via the wall Algernon and her brother climbed earlier in the week. He grabbed his phone and sent a text to his security team, showing her, he asked them to come immediately. He took Presley by the hand and pulled her into the bathroom when a second knock at the door was harder than the first.
He whispered, “it’s Liborio himself. He’s at the door. My security team is
