Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108730 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 544(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Samantha frowns. “You’re lying to the wrong person here, Luna. A kiss is the physical meeting of two souls, sharing time, heat, and space. Their breath becomes one as their bodies react to one another. Don’t simplify or degrade something so vital.”
Her words are poetic and make my whole body go liquid, but she’s missing a key factor. “If the people are kissing as part of a relationship, whether a momentary or permanent one, that’s true. But a kiss can also be just a kiss. No meaning, no souls, no promises. Just a touching of lips, no different from bumping into someone on the sidewalk.”
Sam sighs heavily, unconvinced but not willing to argue further. “Be careful.”
“I will.”
The promise is heavy, even as I pay for the dress, shoes, and jewelry using Carter’s Amex card, but I keep reminding myself . . . the Thomas Cartwright collection.
CHAPTER
SEVEN
CARTER
Standing outside Luna’s door once again, I feel like my world has become some over-scripted pseudo-reality show in the last twenty-four hours. I’ve gone above and beyond for deals before, but this is so much more. No matter, though, because I’m doing this, as crazy as it is.
I knock on the door, and in the few seconds before I hear Luna turning the lock, I have one last thought of making a run for it and calling the whole thing off.
But before I can, the door swings open.
“Wow, you look great.” The words pop out of my mouth before fully forming in my head, but they’re true. Luna is wearing a dark green dress, showcasing an hourglass shape she usually hides beneath the oversized overalls and frumpy uniform. Her hair is down and curled, her lips glossy, and behind her glasses, her eyes are almost doe-eyed with liner and lashes.
In an instant, her smile falls. “You don’t have to sound so surprised. Come in while I grab my purse.”
I can’t help but notice the way her ass sways left and right with every step of her clicking heels on the wood floor as she strides to the kitchen. And of course, she catches me looking when she spins back around.
“Seriously?” she huffs, totally busting me.
Shrugging innocently, I reply, “What? I’m just appreciating my wife, and I said you look great.”
“Don’t even start. And it’s not what you said, it’s how you said it,” she says quietly. I open my mouth to ask what she means, but she cuts me off with an outstretched palm. “Can we just go?”
“Sure.” I agree because it seems like the safest bet before we go to Elena’s and have to sell being a happily married couple. I offer my elbow, hoping some gentlemanly charm will help, but she struts right past me and out the door. Though, if I’m not imagining it, she’s swishing her hips a bit more now that she knows I’m watching.
She locks the door behind us and then downstairs, she snorts when she sees my car parked on the curb. “Should’ve guessed.”
“What?” I question, not sure what’s irritated her now. First off, the Mercedes CLS is a perfect vehicle for me and my lifestyle, sporty and powerful enough that I can pass anything I need to on the highway, but safety conscious, with airbags everywhere and antilock intelligent brakes. The thing’s even eco conscious, with a hybrid drive that lets it get good in-city gas mileage. And it’s not too crazy looks-wise either, in perfectly glossed black and chrome, with a smoke gray leather interior.
I could have easily bought something more expensive. So what’s Luna’s issue?
“That’d you’d drive a car like this. Fancy, but not flashy. It’s just . . .” She pauses, searching for a word as her eyes lock on mine, delving into my soul. “You.”
Feeling unsure, I reply, “I’m going to choose to take that as a compliment.”
In the car, things don’t get any better as I get down to business. “I figure we need to have our story straight in case Elena asks any questions. I looked up how Thomas and Elena Cartwright met to see if we could work in some similarities for connection. It was pretty straightforward—they met through friends, dated for a short time, married, and lived together for almost fifty years of wedded bliss, by all accounts. They never had children, but Thomas has a niece he doted on as almost a substitute child. The Cartwrights are known business minds, with a variety of investments, but they’re also philanthropists, working with everything from children’s hospitals to women’s causes in developing countries.”
“And art,” Luna reminds me. “That’s why I’m doing this.”
Despite her direct hit to my ego, I tease, “And here I thought you wanted to spend the evening with me?”
“You thought wrong.” She looks out the window, watching the city fly by. “So the story is . . . we met through my brother, dated, and fell in love. You proposed at the museum and we married after that. You work for your family business and I do tours at the museum. Probably best to keep it as true to life as possible so we don’t misspeak.”