I’m getting there.
Cindy was walking into the resort with one of the makeup artists and she cast a deathly glare my way. I scratched the side of my face with my middle finger, annoyed that she didn’t see it before the doors shut behind her.
“Do you want some coffee or something?” I asked Fallon, already knowing the answer.
“Yes.” She waved me away. “Don’t eat or drink anything yourself unless Beau tastes it for you.”
“I’m fine.” My stomach chose that moment to rumble. Beau hurried over to our table.
“Ivan is almost done with the video feeds,” he whispered, handing me a granola bar from his shirt pocket. I carefully tore open the foil and munched on the half-crushed bar as I went to pour Fallon a cup of coffee from the refreshment stand.
The olive and cheese skewers looked amazing, bu
