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Whiskey Business by Becca Jackson
Love in No Man’s Land Series, Book 3
When Marcus suggests we make a bet and if I win I get his ex’s ticket on a four day cruise, I’m not sure he’s for real. He doesn’t like to gamble and he hates to lose even more than I do. Yet, the allure of sharing a room with him for four glorious days is too tempting to resist.
To my surprise, I win, and Marcus doesn’t resist the outcome. It’s almost like he actually wanted to lose. But that would be crazy, right?
Things take an even wilder turn when Marcus’s mom mistakes me for his fiancé, and neither of us corrects her. Now, his whole family believes we’re engaged, and we’re caught in a tangled mess of lies, with even his brother and our friends joining the charade.
Amidst the chaos, I have to admit that this plan might just be the best idea I’ve ever had. Well, except for our little rehearsal of a staged kiss, just in case we need to perform it in front of his family. That was the best idea ever, because with his hands on my waist and his mouth on mine I’m starting to think this fake relationship might be more real than either of us thought.
But when a past hookup threatens to expose everything, it forces Marcus to choose between revealing the truth or pretending I’m just like his former flame.
Can our fake relationship survive reality, or will it crumble under the weight of secrets and revelations?
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The Room:
Marcus swipes his card, pushes the door open, then stands to one side to let me pass and I don’t hate it. I miss having things like this done for me. I know I can open a door on my own, but I love that I didn’t have to.
My gaze falls on the gorgeous combined living and meals area and I see why he booked a room so high. Floor to ceiling glass doors lead out onto the deck and flood the space with light.
“This is gorgeous,” I say, exploring the small kitchenette. It has a coffee station, dishwasher, and even an ice machine. Marcus follows me in.
“It’s nice,” he says, like it isn’t the most beautiful room he’s ever seen. I mean, maybe it isn’t, but I’ve stayed at my share of fancy hotels and this room gives them a run for their money. How much did he spend on these tickets?
A large cream curved couch separates the kitchen and the deck, and is flanked by cream chairs with gold trim.
What’s in there?” I ask pulling open a heavy door to my left. I find a decent sized bathroom, with a rain shower, no tub, but gold trim everywhere from the drawer handles to the railings around the shelves that flank the mirror.
The only door left has to be the bedroom. I push it open, then freeze in the doorway.
Two birds made out of towels sit inside a heart of red rose petals in the middle of one king sized bed.
“Ahh we have a problem,” I say, and Marcus joins me.
“Shit.”
“There was supposed to be two beds right?”
“I rang and told them the plans changed.”
“Well, the lovebirds on the bed didn’t get the message,” I say, taking out my phone and snapping a pic.
“What are you doing?”
“They’ll destroy it when you ask them to fix the room, how else am I going to prove they ever existed?”
He chuckles, shaking his head, then walks over to grab the phone from the side table.
I move around the bed to draw back the curtains and find the floor to ceiling glass doors that lead out to the balcony are in here too.
I lean over the edge of the railing and my head spins.
Wow, we’re really high up.
“What do you mean there’s nothing you can do?” I hear Marcus say through the doorway.
I guess things are not going well with the room correction. I head back in just as he puts the phone down then runs his hand through his hair. Me being here shouldn’t cause him any kind of stress. He deserves a relaxing break. A fun vacation.
“This was your master plan all along, wasn’t it?” I joke, trying to lighten the mood, but he doesn’t laugh. His face pales slightly.
“I swear I didn’t.”
“I was joking, it’s fine, really.”
I shouldn’t be making jokes at all. It was supposed to be him and Harvey here. He set all this up, thinking he was bringing his fiancé to meet his parents. Suddenly the photo of the towel birds and petals doesn’t seem so pretty.
“I can take the couch,” he says, and we both look over at the curved couch that would be great for sitting but no way would anyone, especially a big guy like Marcus, be able to stretch out on it.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I can take the couch, you take the bed.”
“You can’t sleep four nights on a couch.”
“And you can?”
“I… it was my mistake. I thought I called. I should have double checked.”
“We can share the bed,” I say, and his cheeks flush a little. Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that.
“Not like share as in sexy times.” Fuck, kill me now.
“I mean, we can take turns. You take the bed tonight, and I’ll take it tomorrow night?”
His cheeks are ablaze as he purses his lips together, but I can still see the smile trying to break through.
“Okay, we share it,” he agrees and a soft tap tap tap comes from the door.
“I’ll grab it,” he says turning away quickly, both of us clearly thankful for the interruption. A steward brings in our bags and we take some time unpacking. Marcus is done in five minutes, so sits on the couch flicking through the television channels.
“Do you want to go grab a drink?” I call out to him while I line up my bathroom products on the small glass shelves then join him in the living room.
“Sure, most of the family will probably be at the bar soon enough,” he says, climbing from the couch. “Not that they’re alcoholics. I mean, there is Aunt Betty–oh, and cousin Elliot–but they’re on the wagon now, so nothing to worry about.” He rubs the back of his neck with one hand. The closer we get to him telling his family about the split with Harvey the more nervous he seems to be getting.
They can’t be that disappointed in him for not marrying that dick. They should be happy. Fucking elated that he didn’t make a huge mistake and tie his life to that dickweed for forever.
“Just give me one minute,” he asks and heads into the bathroom.
My gaze falls on the romantic scene in the bedroom. The scene he had planned out for Harvey, and my stomach turns. I quickly grab the trash can from under the night stand and scoop the petals in. I grab one bird and place it on the dressing table opposite the bed, and move the other to the chair on the deck. They’re too cute to destroy, but now the plastic beady eyes they have pressed against the towel can stare out at the sea and Marcus doesn’t have to be reminded of that douche when he goes to bed tonight.
I’m back in the living room and closing over the bedroom door just as he reappears. His hair is damp and pushed back from his face and it’s freaking sexy as hell.
“You ready?” he asks, eyeing me suspiciously.
“Yep, let’s do this.”
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