Page 87 of Ex Marks the Spot

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Page 87 of Ex Marks the Spot

Their questions come out in a flurry once we’re seated at the restaurant across the street from our hotel.

“Tell us everything,” Alexis says.

“Well, noteverythingeverything,” Gianna clarifies.

“When did it happen?”

“Where did it happen?”

“What made you two finally pull your heads out of your asses?”

“What did everyone else say?”

“What’s your plan once the race is over?”

“When’s the wedding?”

At this, Alexis rests her hand on Gianna’s arm and says, “Whoa, slow down.”

Gianna gives her anoh, come onlook. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“Well, no, but...” Alexis cups her fingers and loudly whispers, “We don’t want to scare the children.”

“Valid,” Gianna concedes, then to us says, “Sorry, guys.”

Hartley waves off their worry with her free hand because I’m holding theother one. On top of the table. Because I can officially do stuff like this now. It’s a heady feeling, and I’m trying to bank as much of it as possible.

“Let’s start at the top,” Hartley says with a mirthful smile. “The ‘when’ and ‘where’ depends on which part you’re referring to. We agreed to try again during our break in Greece. But if you’re talking about when I realized I had feelings for him...” She pauses to think. “It was probably after I bungee jumped in New Zealand.”

“What about you?” Alexis asks me.

The answer rolls off my tongue without needing to think. “Dallas.”

Two knowing smiles and one stunned gaze land on me.

“Dallas?” Hartley repeats.

“That tracks,” Justin says from the table to our right.

She peers over at him. “It does?”

“I was your cameraman that day. Dude couldn’t take his eyes off you.”

She swings that stunned gaze back to me and raises her brows further.

“He’s not wrong,” I say.

“I thought you hated me at first.”

“I’ve had many,manyfeelings for you.” I lean in for a kiss since I can do that now, too. “But hate was never one of them.”

Hartley’s cheeks are pink when I pull away.

“Gah!” Alexis grabs Gianna’s arm and squeezes. “I can’t with the cuteness. It’s too much.”

Needing something other than Hartley to focus on, I give my attention to the Bombshells. “What was the next question?”

“What happened to change your minds about trying to make this work after the race?” Gianna asks. “Because the last time we talked to you in Egypt, you were both...” She spreads her hands apart to demonstrate her point.




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