Sophia and Dominic returned to Madanunan Crown late Sunday afternoon with the energy of fugitives re-entering enemy territory.
The resort looked calm. Too calm. Birds were chirping. Staff were smiling. The mountains glowed like a postcard. It was all extremely rude considering Sophia’s soul was hanging by a yarn.
Dominic sipped his iced latte as if nothing monumental had happened. “Girl, relax. Nobody died.”
“I ALMOST died,” Sophia hissed. “In fact, emotionally, I DID die.”
Dominic nodded thoughtfully. “True. You committed a crime. A musical crime.”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” he said sweetly.
Inside the lobby, Sophia scanned the area like a spy checking for lasers.No tall German silhouettes. No elegant Dutch companions.No witnesses to her shame.
She exhaled shakily. “Okay. Step
