Alexander

I stood frozen in the lobby, my hand still resting on the small of Olivia's back. Penelope Langford. Here. In Grand Cayman.

The coincidence was too perfect to be accidental.

Penelope glanced in our direction, her expression shifting from pleasant neutrality to cool recognition in the space of a heartbeat. She said something to the concierge, collected whatever paperwork she'd been reviewing, and turned away without acknowledgment.

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