Lethal Honeymoon

cent of his expensive cologne, clean and sharp like gin and winter, filled her senses. Underne

oice was a low, velvet rumble t

smile playing on her lips. Her fing

e. The doors slid open to reveal the priv

, his voice laced with affection as he

around, taking in the space. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the glittering panorama of the Manhatt

rms around her waist and resting his chin o

mured. "I designed every

ered, leaning back into his warmt

He kissed her-a sweet, gentle pressure-then tapped the end of her nos

ally don't d

st enough to help you relax." His to

back her hesitation. Hope knew he had a strange quirk: before th

filled with a pale, cloudy pink liquid

," he said, han

her glass against his and drank t

raised his own glass to his lips as t

ve of dizziness slammed into her brain

e came out slurred.

she hit the floor, his arms stro

" his voice sounded softly in he

she faintly registered the muffled click of the door and confused fo

t her face,

stion weighing down her limbs. Yet, looking down at her wedding dress wi

hysical exhaustion made her believe they had finally shared their wedding night. She smiled softly, tou

a silver breakfast tray, looking immaculate in a c

ting the tray down. "You were completely exhaus

heeks flushed with a shy smile. "I'm so sorry, Caleb... M

"That's okay, darling. We have a lifetime to

ing, filling her he

up to shower. As she unzipped the dress in the marbl

kin of her inner elbo

tching it and telling herself it was pro

on Caleb, when the sharp buzz of the ap

wall monitor. On the screen was a middle-

d the butto

ped. "I'm Mrs. Peterson from downstairs. I

nfused. "A compl

dnight, it sounded like someone was dragging heavy metal chairs or

, she had been sound a