Chapter 8
Tim’s phone pinged, indicating he’d received a text message. He fished it out of his pocket.
I’m here. Come outside.
“He’s here,” he said to Lance, who stood beside him in the resort lobby Friday morning. “He wants us to come outside.”
“What for?”
Tim shrugged. “No idea.”
They made their way through the glass doors to the courtyard. But there was no sign of Ashtyn. He was about to text Ashtyn back when a stretch limousine came up the small hill toward the courtyard.
“A limo?” Lance snorted. “Really?”
Tim’s lips twitched. “Well, he is something of a celebrity now.”
“Being a fashionista on a cable reality show is a celebrity?” Lance asked.
“You’d be surprised.”
The limo pulled up right next to where they stood. A driver got out and then hurried to the passenger doors on
