The trap was set. The wine was poured. The fire crackled in a perfectly curated rustic hearth that smelled suspiciously like lavender-scented logs. The scouts had clearly gone overboard.
Celeste eyed the heart-shaped cushions on the couch like they were cursed artifacts.
“This feels less like a rogue trap and more like a trap for our dignity.”
Hunter sauntered out of the tiny bathroom wearing a towel, freshly showered, with water glistening on his shoulders. “Speak for yourself. I haven’t had a hot shower in days. This is the only perk of pretending to be a lovesick couple.”
Celeste blinked at him. “You used the lavender shampoo?”
“I am a man of mystery and layers.” He sniffed dramatically. “Also, Lisa packed nothing but lavender products. So unless you wanted me smelling like ‘Moonli
