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me wear one until you could,” he said with a shrug. “I’m going to shower. Would you like to join me?” He reached a hand out toward me.
    “I would not,” I said, instinctively offended by the suggestion, though the pleasant ache between my legs told me there wasn’t any part of me he hadn’t seen. Or touched. I felt a blush rising again, my blood warming at his attention and the mental image of him hot and naked, water cascading along each hard contour of his muscled body.
    “Suit yourself.” He smiled and shrugged as he started to walk away, giving me another really nice view. His ass was perfect. All I wanted to do was reach my hand out and grab it, but the shock I was in helped stop me from following my body’s desire. I had to know more about this man.
    “Hey,” I said, one last question in my mind. The question I’d always had someone else to answer for me. He turned slightly to look at me, raising an eyebrow in acknowledgment. “What do we do now?”
    His expression shifted slightly. There was something in it that looked like… I don’t know. Remorse? “We go on our honeymoon, of course,” he said, coming back to stand in front of me. “Look, I….” His voice trailed off, and he looked like he was trying to make a decision. “You wanted to get away, right? That’s what you said last night? So let’s get away. I have a ranch near Fresno. Nobody will bother us there. Come and spend a week with me. We can decide what happens after that when we have to.” He walked closer, near enough that I could smell the sex on him. I could smell myself on him. My breath quickened.
    I pondered him for a long moment. I used to think I was good at reading people. I thought I could tell if someone was trustworthy just by looking into their eyes, listening to their voice. Yet I’d been so wrong with Ken….
    But the fact was, I did want to get away. That was why I’d come to Vegas in the first place. It hadn’t helped, though, not really. Not when, any time I saw recognition in someone’s eyes, I had to wonder if they’d seen me naked on the Internet. If they knew me so intimately.
    “Okay,” I said, nodding slowly. “Okay, let’s honeymoon in Fresno.” I laughed, bizarrely amused by the idea. It would never have been my first choice, but then, a lot had changed in the past few days. I was a whole new Ava. Maybe that wasn’t the worst thing?
    “Okay,” he answered, and he smiled sweetly as he turned and wandered back toward the bathroom.

    I made sure I could hear the water running before I started snooping around the room. I had my underwear and bra, and my shirt, but I still couldn’t find my skirt. It didn’t matter. I had limited time to figure out whatever I could about my maybe-husband. I didn’t even know his name, and he’d seemed genuinely hurt by that.
    The first closet I peeked into was empty. The second held two blazers and a pair of trousers. Well-made. Probably tailored. You get to recognize a cheap suit pretty quickly in my work, and these were not cheap. Well, at least I knew he wasn’t playing me for my money.
    I was just about to admit defeat when I saw a flash of blue out of the corner of my eye. A suitcase. Maybe he had a passport or something in it.
    Closer examination revealed it to be empty, but there was a set of initials monogrammed neatly on the front: BDC. It felt familiar, but I couldn’t get anything more than that feeling from it.
    I glanced around the room for any other clues, and my eyes settled on the phone. The suite we were in was obviously expensive. Maybe it was expensive enough for a personal concierge. Layla and I had gone without on this trip, since it was so last minute, but I usually had one.
    I picked up the phone and waited for an answer. It wasn’t long before a cheerful, competent-sounding voice asked, “How can I help you today, Mr. Campbell?”
    “Sorry, wrong number,” I mumbled, quickly placing the receiver back in its cradle. Campbell. B.D.