“Yeah.” I force out a laugh. “My abusive, selfish, cheating ex is somewhere in this resort, and I will undoubtedly have to interact with her at some point this weekend. I was hoping to have a little time to work up to it. You know, get our story straight.” I go to rub my chest, but Sunday beats me to it. I look down at her small hand over my heart and close my eyes while wrapping my hand over hers. “The story is that I’m your girlfriend,” Sunday says softly, looking up at me. “I assure you you’ll get what you are paying for.” Raising a brow, I laugh lightly.
