Page 72 of Resist
“This is the photo I want on the billboard at Clifford Hill.”
I handed her the camera and she held it up. “Nice. Yeah, this will work real well.”
“Great!”
“Cori, can you email it to me now?” she asked.
“Sure.”
“I’ll get onto it right away or we’ll run out of time.”
The two of them headed to a tabled area toward the back of the bus, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” Lucas snuggled me into his side again.
“Oh, nothing. Patsy likes to be organized, doesn’t she?”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“We have a couple of weeks before the billboard needs to be finalized. She doesn’t have to do itnow.”
“Maybe she wants to impress her boss. I know I do.”
I tilted my head to look up at him. “You do, do you?”
“Of course.”
“And how are you planning to do that?”
“My boss will have to wait and see, but I can tell you her R rated suite has something to do with it.”
My toes tingled at the thought .
* * *
When we arrivedat thehotel, Lucas and I went our separate ways, him to his room and me to mine. It was the same old same old Queensland suite: balcony room with an ocean view. I mean, I loved the setting, but I was looking forward to the change of scenery when we hit Darwin.
As I laid my suitcase on the stand by the bedroom door, my phone chimed an incoming message:
Dimps: What’s your room number?
I’m on my way up.
Jesus!It hadn’t even been thirty minutes since I saw him last. Nonetheless, the message triggered the butterflies in my stomach to take flight, so I let them flutter. Ever since our ‘public display’ earlier that morning, I’d felt really good. At peace. Safe. My farm was calm, my privacy and control, still intact. Colin would never have to know about my relationship with Lucas because Colin was out of my life. And as long as it stayed that way, everything was … good.
No pressure.
No radical change.
I texted Lucas my room number and continued to unpack, and not even five minutes later, he was knocking on my door.
“Who is it?” I called out while peeking at him through the peephole.
The stud muffin smirked and leaned against the door, his hand casually running through his hair.
I nearly licked the little glass hole.
“Open up, Helena.” His voice was low, gravelly.
