Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56107 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
“Right this way, sir,” she says with an appreciative gleam in her eyes as she looks Logan over.
I enter behind him. “Back off,” I whisper to her. “He’s mine. And I have the juicy, after-sex underwear to prove it.”
She makes a sour face.
I can’t even believe I just said that. But damn. This man definitely brings out the possessive female in me.
We follow her into a large living room that has a very Fantasy Island tropical vibe with white plantation shutters, travertine floors, and rich dark wood furniture.
The woman gestures to the stark-white sofa. “Have a seat. Mr. Gusano will be with you in a minute.”
“Thank you,” says Logan, and we take a seat.
We watch her leave the room, and I bounce to my feet. “Come on. Let’s go.”
“Where?”
“To find Carter and Sofie,” I whisper.
“We should stay here and find out what cards we can play,” Logan argues.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but now’s not the time to overthink. Let’s go find them and get the hell out of here before they shoot us.” I point toward a hallway that looks like it leads to a bigger part of the house. “Come on.”
Logan follows, and I put my glasses on. I take out my phone and start recording.
“What are you doing?” Logan asks.
“Insurance,” I say.
“You’re going to get us killed, Mila. They’ll put a bullet in both of us the second they realize what you’re doing.”
“This is exactly why I didn’t tell you.”
Suddenly, I hear voices and laughter. I look at Logan and whisper, “They’re having a party?” That’s not exactly the ideal murder setup.
“I think it’s coming from outside,” Logan says.
We follow the unmistakable sounds of people having a good time. We get to a set of French doors and peek outside.
Among the tiki torches and garden lights are Carter and Sofie. Both are drinking champagne and toasting with a man who looks incredibly like Miguel Gusano.
What the hell? I open the door and go outside. Logan is right behind me.
“What the fuck, Sofie?” I say.
She turns, and her smile drops off a cliff. “Mila, you’re…here.”
“Carter, what is this?” Logan growls at his identical twin.
That’s when I notice there are fifty other people gathered under a lit-up gazebo, everyone in suits, dresses, or some version of formal wear.
Carter looks just as nervous as Sofie.
“Maria!” yells Miguel Gusano, who’s a tall, slender man, wearing a white suit. “Why did you not tell us our guests are here?”
The woman who opened the front door appears. “Sir, they ran off before I had the chance.”
“What’s going on?” I say to Sofie.
Carter steps up. “This is the finale of my film.”
Film? “You’re filming me again?” I’m going to murder this prick. “So this is another setup—more of your bullshit stalking documentary?” He’s crazy. Totally crazy. But why is Sofie here? Why is a drug lord involved?
Carter continues, “Mila, when I met you, I was working on a movie about my life as a world traveler. It was supposed to be my big breakthrough. Until I lost my backer for some inexplicable reason.”
“Maybe he wised up and realized you’re a stupid ass?” I snap.
Carter pumps his hands in the air, urging calm. “I deserve that. And you’re right. I’m not as interesting as I thought. The moment I spent time with you that day in Jamaica, I realized that you needed to be the focus of my next film.”
“Carter, you had no right to invade her privacy,” Logan says.
Carter continues, ignoring his twin. “I wanted to film Mila because I knew within ten minutes of spending time with her that she was destined to be your soul mate, Logan.”
Logan’s face contorts.
Mine does, too.
“Then it occurred to me, Logan,” Carter says with glibness, “that the real story is whether or not our connection as twins is something provable? What if the feeling I had about Mila was true, and that connection I felt with her was because she’s meant to be with my twin brother?” He holds his index finger in the air. “That is a story people will be interested in.”
I look at Sofie. “You were in on this?”
“No. No. I mean, I am now, but I didn’t find out until I got here.”
So she faked that call? I can’t believe she’d do this to me. It’s absolutely inexcusable.
I look at Carter, seething. “So this was all some big joke, some trick to test if you and Logan have some stupid supernatural bond?” I’m going to be sick. Then I’m going to kick the crap out of him.
“It’s more than that, Mila,” Carter says. “I’m trying to prove that love, whether it’s between two brothers or two strangers, is a force all its own. So now, the moment of truth!”
Huh? I notice several cameras set up in the coconut trees all around the garden.