Page 30 of Sinful Promises

“Gotta go do a body count.”

Listening to Roman’s lovely deep laugh, I climbed the bus steps.

“Good morning. How are all my victims feeling today?” I walked down the aisle, and as I counted the passengers, most of them responded with varying degrees of enthusiasm. Not everyone was a morning person, apparently me included.

Ten people were missing. I climbed back down the steps, and Roman was still there standing in the sunshine, sipping his coffee like he was in a Nespresso commercial. Move on over, George Clooney. There’s some new talent in town.

Aware that I must have looked like I’d inhaled some happy gas, I said, “Still a few more missing. I’ll go round up the troops.”

“What’re you smiling at now?”

“Nothing.”

“I know that smile.” He squinted at me. “What’d you get up to last night?”

I turned to head back toward reception. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“You’ve got some explaining to do, Miss Daisy.” His laughter had me glowing like the sunshine streaming over the rooftops.

Inside, I found four more of my group wandering around aimlessly, clearly waiting for direction. They were probably still drunk from their night at the brewery I’d heard some of them talking about. “Hey, guys, head on out. You’ll see the bus is just a little way down the road.”

We got away at quarter past six. Not bad considering I had to bang on three doors to wake up six of my tourists.

Day twelve of our tour was a big one. Our first stop was three hours away, and I planned to try and snooze for some of the journey. But the second we got going, and Roman flashed his mischievous expression at me, confirmed my plans for sleep were in trouble.

“So.” Roman kicked the bus into a higher gear. “Last night. What’d you get up to?”

I shrugged, acting all coy. “I went to a spa. Had a few saunas and a swim.”

He turned the bus onto the A13—the main highway we’d stay on for nearly our entire journey to Prague. Then he turned to me, his honey eyes glistening. “And?”

“And what?”

“You’re going to make me do the twenty questions thing, aren’t you?”

I giggled. “You can try.”

He burst out laughing and it was truly delightful to watch. “Someone’s in a cheeky mood.”

I leaned back and inhaled long and deep. Yes indeed.

“Alrighty. Did you meet someone at the spa?”

“I did. Two people actually. Jonas, a local Berliner, and Rebecca, an Aussie girl from Sydney.”

His eyes practically bulged out of his head. “Oh my god. You didn’t?”

I bulged my eyes right back at him. “Didn’t what?”

“Have a threesome?”

“Jesus, Roman. Of course not.”

He shrugged. “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.”

“Really?” Blinking at him, I eased out of my chair and stood at his side, clutching the pole attached to the back of his seat. “Have you done it?”

“No.” He glared at me like I’d proposed marriage.