He smiles. “From getting new ID and traveling papers for my friend, Thelma N. Dudley. I don’t know where she’s headed, but I do know the name she’ll use to get there.”
Thelma and Dudley. Our fake names from Cozumel.
I think I might be about to faint.
Instead, I grab Stefan in a rib-crushing bear hug and rasp, “Thank you. Oh f**k. Oh God. Thank you so much.”
He pats me on the back. “You’re welcome. Now please release me, unless you enjoy the feel of another man’s erection against your big muscular thigh.”
I pull away from him, misty eyed and grinning. “Brother, in this case, it would almost be worth it.” When he arches a brow, a frisky gleam in his green eyes, I emphasize, “Almost.”
I bolt out the door, leaving the sound of his chuckles fading fast behind me.
NINETEEN
EVA
Mexico.
