Page 59 of Till Death Do Us Part

She laughed. “And you didn’t even need your passport.”

Lifting my hand to my lips, I unsuccessfully tried to hide a yawn. “I’m sorry.”

Josefina shook her head. “You have had a long day.” She stood. “Go and get ready for sleep. I’m sure Jano will do his best to keep their meeting short. After all, he has his beautiful bride waiting.”

I stood. “Thank you again,Señora” —I smiled— “Josefina. After our home was broken into, I would be too frightened to spend the night there.”

“You are welcome as long as you want even if you go back toMéxicowith us.”

“I’m here.”

“Sí, you are. Do you need help finding your suite?”

I was tired, but my sense of direction was still strong. “I hope I’ll be all right.”

“Sleep as late as you want. Consider this your honeymoon.” She grinned. “And when things quiet down, make Jano take you on another.”

Make Jano.

Does anyone besides Jorge make Aléjandro do anything?

“Good night.”

Going back the way I came, I found myself again taking the catwalk along the edge of the yacht. The blue lights I saw from the air illuminated the water around the Bella, making an eerie glow as if the boat was suspended on a blue cloud in the middle of black nothingness. Once down a deck below, I faltered as I came upon multiple doors. For a moment I stood staring and hoping the correct door would make itself known. Nibbling my lip, I looked up and down the hallway, wondering where all the people in white had gone. Surely, one of them could help me find my room.

Then it hit me.

Who would these rooms be used by except for Aléjandro and Rei?

And if they’re both in their meeting with Jorge, the worst that could happen was that I opened the wrong door. The length of the day was getting to me as I reached for a doorknob with a trembling hand.

The door opened inward. The suite was exactly like ours, without our dirty clothes lying on the floor where we left them. It appeared unused. Next, I went to the door on the left. Once the door was opened, I let out a breath.

This was our suite.

Our dirty clothes were missing, and the bed was turned down, but I recognized my purse on a shelf and the decanter with tequila was still sitting where Aléjandro left it. I walked into the bathroom, seeing that it too had been tidied.

This was even better than living at my mother’s.

It was then I noticed that our suitcases that we’d laid on the bed were also missing. I went to the closet and found many of our clothes hanging. Opening a few drawers I found other items, such as my lingerie and underclothes. It seemed that Josefina ran a full-service yacht.

After washing my face, I let my hair down, unbraiding it to a wavy mess. As I chose the nightgown for tonight, I marveled that I’d only been married for one full day. It didn’t matter that the day lasted weeks and weeks long—it was still only a day. When I stepped from the bathroom, I was met with my husband’s dark stare.

“How was your meeting?”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk about it.” My core clenched as he came closer, each step controlled with the grace and finesse of a predator with its eyes on his prey. “I have other things to do.”

Desire burned within his eyes, melting his orbs from chestnut to pitch black. My nipples hardened, tenting the satin of my nightgown.

“Turn around.”

I sucked my lip between my teeth. “Remember?—”

His finger came to my lips. “Turn around.”

Swallowing, I complied, turning a full circle. When our gazes again met, Aléjandro lifted a finger and spun it. Again, I turned, a ballerina moving to his command. After two complete turns, he captured my waist as I faced away.

His lips came to the nook in my neck as his warm breath skirted over my flesh. “I remember my promise, Mia.”

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