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Amabella joins us. “That sounds like something Ally would say.”
“You know, she’s totally crushing on Dan. I watched them interact all throughout the flight. She’s convinced she’s going to give him piano lessons too. He seemed keen.”
“Oh, gosh no.” Amabella laughs with a dismissive wave. “There’s no crush. Ally is just so glad to have a friend in him. I’m relieved too. They get along great.”
“If you say so. Hey, I need to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
“Of course.” I kiss Jordan’s cheek and watch as she heads inside my cottage. As soon as the door closes behind her and she’s out of earshot, my eyes turn sharp upon Amabella. “What the hell were you thinking, letting Jordan board Josh’s plane?”
“I tried to stop her,” she whisper-yells, matching my tone. “We bumped into each other in the hotel lobby and when Jordan found out Josh was flying us to the wedding on his jet, she insisted she come too.”
“So then you make up an excuse to stop her from getting on the plane. I haven’t had a chance to fill you in on the details, but my relationship with Jordan is significantly more serious than the last time you and I properly spoke. I know I shouldn’t have let it get this far, but we’re together now. The consequences of her finding out the truth in the wrong way have tripled.”
“Dax, I tried every excuse in the book to stop her from boarding Josh’s plane. Nothing worked. I sent you a ton of messages. I guess you haven’t received any of them because of the bad service out here.”
I scrunch a hand through my hair. “This is a disaster. She’s going to find out everything and in the worst way. Someone will mention something about me and Felicity or use my legal name.”
“No, they won’t. No one has called you Steel since you were eighteen. And no one is going to mention your past with Felicity. It would be inappropriate at her wedding.”
Maybe Amabella is right, but I can’t take that chance. The only thing working in my favor is that Jordan never learned Felicity’s name, or anyone else’s names in my family, when we spoke on Secret Santa. “I was planning on telling Jordan the truth soon, I just hadn’t found a way yet and then I heard Mom is sick. Everything has been so chaotic.”
Amabella grabs my shoulders and calms her voice. “Stop panicking. Everything will be okay. Look, you know I don’t like this secret, but I’ll help you keep it because I like Jordan and don’t want to see her be blindsided during her stay here, especially when she’s out of her comfort zone. We need to make sure one of us is constantly by Jordan’s side. That way, we can protect her from having any conversations with people that might lead in a dangerous direction.”
“Fine.” Not an amazing plan, but I don’t have much to work with. “Has Jordan interacted with anyone yet?”
“No. She came straight from the car to your cottage. Go inside and get settled with her. I’ll see you at the rehearsal dinner in a few hours. We’ve got this.”
I groan and head back through the door with Jordan’s suitcase, knowing we absolutely havenotgot this.
Jordan steps out of the bathroom, smiling at me. God, she’s so damn beautiful, inside and out. I can’t fathom losing her. It’s not a possibility.
“I missed you so much, baby.” I pull her into my arms, to the place she belongs, and hold her tight, burying my face in her neck and savoring her sweet scent.
Her lips find mine and she kisses me deeply. I can’t think clearly with her breath hot against my skin, especially when her hips press to my groin. All I know is I need this girl and can’t bear the thought of losing her. I need to make love to her right now.
Grabbing her ass, I pull her tighter to me. She gives an excited gasp and slips her hands down to unbuckle my belt, all while I guide her backward to the bed. With her beneath me, I glide her panties down her smooth legs, then slide inside her, slow and deep. Through every thrust, she clings to me, moaning against my lips. Her body moves with mine, shuddering as our breathing grows heavy and our skin damp with sweat. When she begs me to come inside her, I lose all control and give her what she wants. Jordan’s orgasm pulses around me as I spill into her, the two of us connected as one.
ChapterThirty-Eight
Jordan
Evening arrives and I’m finishing up the final touches of my hair and makeup in our bathroom mirror, preparing for the rehearsal dinner we’re running late for. Ariana Grande is playing on my phone and although I’m in a rush, I can’t help but dance. Being at this vineyard is a challenge for Daxton, but I’m bringing the energy for both of us, determined to make this weekend easier for him. On top of all that, my TikTok is now at eight million views thanks to Mina and her crew reposting my video. At least, it was at eight million a couple of hours ago when I last checked. The cell signal isn’t great here, which is probably a good thing, otherwise I’d be obsessively checking my view count every minute.
I finish applying my red lipstick and check my phone signal again, holding it up in the air and waving it around, hoping to find a hot spot. One bar appears, and a moment later, my phone buzzes with a bunch of notifications. Totally obsessed, I check TikTok first.
Fifteen million views.
Countless comments.
Again, I’m staring at the screen in disbelief because fifteen million? How is this even possible?
A text arrives from Mina. I open it, finding a viral TikTok from some random girl attached.“I know some of you are sad about the speculations that Daxton Hawk is dating this Delphine Fox chick because he was rumored to be the next Bachelor, but I love them together. I hope she’s Daxton’s girlfriend. No, I hope she is secretly his wife because damn, they would make one fine couple.”
I laugh and close the app, about to lock my phone, but see a new email pop up in my inbox. As soon as I open the email, my jaw drops.
From: The Feather Tease Burlesque Lounge.
To: Delphine Fox.
