“Fine, I admit it. I admit it. I wanted to know the name of the hotel.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
Was I imagining it, or was he looking at my lips? His skin felt so impossibly hot against me.
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
“How soon?” I grinned. I couldn’t help it.
“Patience.” He motioned to my toiletries bag. “That’s all you need me to stuff in my luggage?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Go get ready, and I’ll pack it up.”
“You don’t trust me, do you?” I rolled my eyes. “I wouldn’t peek.”
“Think I’m going to believe you after catching you red-handed?”
He had a point, so I turned on my heels, heading to my room to change into my travel attire—jeans and a polo shirt.
Half an hour later, we were in the back of a cab, heading to the airport. Hunter was silent, looking out the window. From time to time he touched his wedding band—we wore identical platinum rings. I wondered if he felt the same panic and euphoria I did. The same attraction. I couldn’t think like that. It was silly.
At the airport, the driver wheeled the carriage with our bags right inside the building.
“I wish you all the best on your honeymoon,” he said.
Hunter took over, pushing the baggage cart toward the business class check-in area.
“Good morning, sir,” the check-in lady said, taking the passports Hunter handed her.
She scanned them while a man took care of our luggage.
“Would you like me to print out the tickets, or do you have them on your phone?”
“Print them, please,” Hunter said. After we received them, we headed to the TSA checkpoint.
“Still not going to tell me the name of the hotel? I want to do my research about the activities they offer.”
“You’ll have plenty of time once we arrive.”
The line advanced, and I moved with it, startling a little when Hunter wrapped an arm around me from behind, bringing his lips to my ear.
“Told you I’d make these years the best, Josie. Just trust me on that.”
I did trust him. The problem was, I didn’t know how I’d manage to go back to how things were once we divorced.
“If you want me to trust you, that means you actually have to tell me things,” I teased.
“We’ll get to that. Baby steps.”
After security, we headed straight to the business lounge. “So, this is how you travel all the time?” I asked him, sitting cross-legged on a leather armchair big enough for two of me. “I could get used to it.”
We were served champagne and canapes right before boarding began. I already had a happy buzz going on and was a bit mad at myself for that, because I wanted to experience everything.
When we were shown to our seats, I immediately began poking every button and trying every single position for the seat.
I only stopped when I caught Hunter staring at me with a strange expression.