Page 3 of Cross Point

“That’s what you are for, sweetie.”

Shit. Now it made sense why Tara was calling in this favor.

“This project has been headed up by Julian’s brother, Maxwell, but he’s been busy handling another issue at their hotel in Monaco. And their mother and sister are handling some big convention in New York. Come on, Trinity. It’s a resort…on a beautiful island. Are you really telling me you don’t want to take a vacation at one of the most exclusive resorts in the world…for free?”

As she glanced over at the rain-drenched windows again, the fantasy of warm weather and white sandy beaches with crystal-clear blue water swayed Trinity. Even though she had naturally golden skin, she was in serious need of a tan.

“Fine. I’ll go, but you’ll owe me.”

“I totally will. We’ll even set you up in the owner’s suite for your stay. Julian tells me it’s huge, and there’s even a private pool.”

“I never understood that. Why do you need a private pool when you’re practically on the beach?” Trinity mused.

“Ah, that’s a good question. Maybe so you can swim naked?”

“But I’d do that on the beach.”

Tara laughed. “That’s why I love you. You’re a wild one, Trinity. Go check this out for us, and you can stay down there as long as you’d like and become a mermaid.”

That made her lips curve in a grin. “See if I don’t. Fine, I’ll do it, but you’re paying for all my shit, room service and everything. And I just might get a massage every day. I think I deserve a little fun in the sun.”

“Exactly! I haven’t been down there myself, but I’ve seen pictures of the island. It’s absolutely beautiful. Trust me when I say I think you’ll totally love Crescent Island. You’ll be able to reach me on my cell, or you can contact Julian directly when you know what’s going on. Go enjoy yourself. And if you end up swimming naked in the ocean, you’ll have to tell me all about it. Especially if there’s a hot guy involved.”

“Perv. You’re engaged now. Doesn’t that mean you can’t think of other men now?” she teased.

“First of all, hello pot, said kettle. And no. I might be engaged, but I’m not dead.”

Trinity was still laughing as she ended the call.

Her mood lifted as she thought about her upcoming trip. Yeah, she could really use a vacation to a sunny, beautiful island where the only thing she had to worry about was what type of drink to order next.

And where no one tried to kill her.

That would definitely be a welcomed change of pace.

Chapter Two

“Well, shit…”

Clearly, someone hadn’t gotten the message about Trinity’s dream vacation where no one was supposed to try and kill her.

Until now, she had been having a damn good day.

Arriving on Crescent Island earlier courtesy of the private plane that Julian had booked for her had set her off to a great start. She had flown out of the dark, dreary skies of Chicago, and into the bright blue, sunny climes of Crescent Island off of the Florida coast.

As soon as the plane had lifted off, so did her mood. The weight she’d been carrying from the last few missions had been left behind and she’d actually started to look forward to her vacation.

During the flight, she’d treated herself to a couple of mimosas while she’d scanned the data Tara had sent her about the renovations. Right away it was clear there was something hinky going on with the financials. She wasn’t an expert on construction by any means, but the cost projections of the renovation seemed to be extremely off. It didn’t take a genius to see that they were over budget and way off the estimated timeline.

When she’d landed on the island, a sleek town car had been waiting for her. The driver had loaded her enormous suitcase into the trunk, but he’d given her a weird look when she refused to part with her duffle bag.

No one touched her go-bag but her.

It contained everything she’d need to survive on her own for weeks. Hell, she could even wage a small war with the contents in her bag.

To the driver’s consternation, instead of getting in the backseat, Trinity had climbed into the passenger seat with him in front. At first, he had been guarded, but Trinity’s natural charisma and innate charm had him loosening up in no time. The driver turned out to be quite nice and had given her a little background about the island and its locals on the ride to the hotel.

He nearly shocked the shit out of her when he told her the island catered to alternate partnerships and ménage relationships, but Trinity recovered quickly, intrigued by the setup. She’d grinned at the thought of all the naughty fun she was going to have and silently thanked her friend for coercing her to come on the trip.

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