Page 83 of Fearless Sinner

“Where are you taking me?” I laugh, glancing at Cillian.

The wedding is over, it’s nighttime, and we’re in the back seat of his Maybach being driven somewhere that’s supposed to be our honeymoon. He won’t tell me where we’re going but has allowed me to guess.

In typical Cillian style, we’re playing a game.

“If I tell you it won’t be a game and I’ll ruin the surprise.” He tweaks my nose playfully.

“I don’t like this game.”

“Because you keep getting all the answers wrong.”

“Exactly. And the only clue you gave me was that we’re not going that far but far enough. That could be anywhere.”

He laughs. “Yes, it could be.”

“Give me a better clue.”

He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles, then he rubs his nose over my rings.

“Okay, wife.”

God, I love being called his wife way too much. “Yes, husband.”

He smiles wider. “Here’s a clue, but every time you get the answer wrong after this, you owe me.”

“What do I owe you?” I want to add that I owe him everything, but I play along.

“Sexual favors.”

I glance at our driver, who is minding his own business and pretending he can’t hear us. “Okay. I can do that.”

“Listen carefully. The sea is blue.”

I roll my eyes at him. “Cillian, that isn’t a clue. I’m not going to get it.”

“Try, lass.”

“So I can get it wrong and owe you?”

“That’s the idea.” He winks at me and I laugh.

“Florida.” I start guessing again.

“Nope, and that’s one favor in the jar for me.”

“California.”

“No.”

“Is it in the US?”

“Maybe, maybe not.”

“That’s a terrible answer.”

“I know.” Cillian grins and gives me a quick kiss.

That maybe, maybe not answer was as bad as saying yes or no, but it sounded like he was leaning more on the vague side. Like maybe we weren’t going to stay in the US.

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