Page 58 of Moonlit Hideaway
“That’s wonderful. Where?”
“Atlantic City, went to an amusement park and a concert. We might hit the beach today or take a boat out ... but if you need us…”
“Oh, we’re good here. Howie’s helping me check in the guests, and Emma’s doing all her chores and homework without me asking.”
“Guests?” Hank scratched his head. “Did they tell you what they were here for?”
“No, but they seem nice enough. They spent most of their time searching genealogical records in the historical society.”
Hank wanted to ask if they were men or women, but Sierra appeared from the bathroom all bright-eyed and rosy. She saw that he was on the phone and took her phone off the nightstand, waking it.
“Is Emma awake?” he asked.
“Not so early on a Saturday,” Mom said. “You and Jane have a good time, okay?”
“Sure, Mom, let me know if anything else crops up.”
“Tell her ‘hi’ from me,” Sierra chimed in.
“Jane says ‘hi,’” he told his Mom, and after he hung up, he said, “Mom says ‘hi’ back.”
“Everything okay back home?”
Sitting down next to her, he put his arm around her. “Good news. Liam’s left the island.”
“Does that mean we can go back?”
Kissing the top of her head, he said, “Eventually. I don’t want to cut into our honeyweek.”
“Oh, you and your honeyweek.” She laughed. “So cute. We should make this a Whitman family tradition.”
Hank’s pulse spiked at her words. Was she thinking what he was hoping for?
“Definitely. We’ll take honeyweeks whenever we can.” He picked up the room service menu. “What do you want for breakfast?”
When she didn’t answer, Hank looked over to see her staring at her phone, her brow furrowed.
“What’s wrong?”
She showed her the phone. “Agent Patterson announced she is coming to Atlantic City for a fan meet and greet. She says she’s showing off my newest dance move.”
“I thought she was going to keep everything online.” Hank’s jaw dropped as he looked at the post. “Look how many likes and comments of people saying they’re on their way.”
“I know. Maybe we’d better get out of here before she arrives. Marco’s goons are sure to be on her tail.”
Hank barely heard her because as he scrolled through her fan’s remarks, he caught sight of one from Emma—his daughter.
“What is it?” Sierra pressed herself against him to look at her phone screen.
“Is this Emma’s profile?” He pointed at a comment on the post from a user called EmmaOliver. “She says, ‘Wish I could bethere to see the amazing Sierra Rayne in action! No one lights up the stage like you!’”
“Ah, yes, that’s her,” she replied. “I knew about her even before I met her at the inn. She’s very sweet, sending me pictures of her pig, but before you get all fatherly, she never sent pictures of herself or told anyone where she lives.”
“Using her real name is bad enough.” Hank tapped on the username to go to her page. That was when his heart stopped. “Did you see this?”
“Uh oh,” Sierra muttered when she saw the photo. Their eyes met, both taken aback at Emma’s revealing post.
It was a candid photo of himself with Sierra on the skiff, with the caption,My dad’s girlfriend is so hip, even though her name is Jane. #IslandLife.
