“Why is this place full of these vicious little blood suckers? I am over this roughing-it, rustic lifestyle, and it’s only been like thirty minutes.” Bree whined as she stood up and marched into the B&B, leading the way to our shared room.
“Ooooh, we are sharing again, are we? You keep this up, Bree, and your mysterious lover boy is going to start asking questions. Questions I don’t think you want asked!” I wiggle my brows and laugh.
“Oh, please, I keep him more than satisfied. There is no questioning my sexuality.”
I gasped. “I’m wounded. What does that mean?”
“It means you were engaged to a guy who wasn’t really doing it for ya. Tell me the truth, was he the smoke screen, and you're actually using this trip to test the waters with me secretly? You can tell me the truth, Rio, I won’t
