CHAPTER 73 (2)
We get dropped off at the hotel.
"Everything's taken care of," Emily assures us, brushing her hair out of her face as the breeze blows it back into her eyes and sweeps her skirt high up her thighs. I block her body from the wind, and she shoots me a grateful look. "All our bags are being taken to our villas."
She and I have one with a private pool and hot tub. The others have been assigned to either their own villa, or in a few cases-like Rica and Andie-they're sharing. We're staying in a secluded place on the island, and we've been promised there will be little to no intrusion from the outside world.
I don't take privacy for granted anywhere.
"What are we doing this afternoon?" Andie asks.
Emily looks around. "I figured people might want some time to themselves, so nothing's scheduled until tomorrow."
Rica folds her arms. I don't think she ever sleeps. "I'm going to the pool."
Andie frowns. "I need to bleach my hair before the weekend. I meant to do it sooner but ran out of time."
"I'm sure the salon can do it."
"Nah, it's cool. If I can find an umbrella to sit under, I'll come do it by the pool with you guys."
Jacob arrives and wraps an arm around Andie and Emily. "What's going on?"
Rica responds. "Bonding."
He makes a quick count and curses. "Told you, no foursomes. But I should check my contract and see if it stands outside the US."
Emily laughs, and I'm grateful to my friend for helping lighten the mood.
"You guys go ahead. I'm going to see who's checked in," I say, spotting Eddie. I need to see if our Wicked guests have arrived.
But Emily jumps in front of me. "I'll stay too."
Despite the long flight, she looks beautiful, but there's an edge of tiredness in her eyes.
"It's fine, Six," I murmur, stepping close and brushing a thumb along her cheek. "Let me do this. I'll have them send you the list so you can check it later by the pool."
I think she's going to argue, but she relents, her expression filling with gratitude. "Okay. Just give me one second."
She exchanges a few words I can't hear with the wedding planner who came out to greet us, flicking a glance toward me. Then Emily and our friends, plus Haley and the kids, depart in a couple of golf carts. Eddie comes up next to me.
Our dedicated on-site planner, a woman in her thirties with shiny dark hair and sun-kissed skin, greets us with a broad smile. "Mr. Adams. Congratulations. We're so pleased to welcome you. We were told to arrange special transport for your excess luggage."
I frown. "Excess?"
"The hold of your plane. There were several extra trunks."
Eddie leans his elbows on the desk. "You didn't think what was on the plane was all you had to sign, did you? If Zeke's team is anywhere as enthusiastic as I remember, they packed it full."
My hand flexes, and Eddie chuckles, clapping me on the back.
I refocus on the task at hand, turning back to the planner. "We had three late VIP additions checking in. Have they arrived?"
She consults her list. "Yes, they have. I'll send you their villa numbers so you know where to find them."
Eddie and I agreed we'd meet with them officially tomorrow.
My phone buzzes, and I glance at the three villa numbers, a name beside each. "This must be a mistake."
"What?" Eddie demands.
The planner frowns and checks her phone. "I'm sorry, Mr. Adams. I was told there was a last-minute switch, but that is the correct name. He checked in with appropriate identification an hour ago."
We picked three artists deliberately-two are Grammy winners, and the third has a social media following in the tens of millions.
But the third person on the rooming list isn't the artist we chose.
Having a plane full of swag is a setback. Doing a deal the week of my wedding is a setback.
This, the name staring at me...
This is a fucking nightmare.
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