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“Sir, is that true?”

Contrary to the stereotype, I’ve never been a great liar.

Besides, the kid apparently saw what happened anyway. That’s a witness and victim’s statement against my own. Not to mention that my knuckles are busted. I dry off and flex my hand, stretching my fingers while owning up to my idiotic decision.

“I hit him once. It’s over now, as you can see. He and I will go back to our dinner with the Crawford Ellis wedding party without any more issues…”

I figure mentioning Monty and Kendall’s wedding that no doubt cost a small fortune at the resort might go a long way in convincing management to forget about all this.

I was wrong.

“You’re both coming with us. The police are on their way.”

Great.

“Look, I’m an attorney in North Carolina,” I tell them. “I’ll apologize to the asshole or whatever, but there’s no reason to refer this incident to the police.”

“Sir?” the older man directs the question at Wyatt.

“Boot him from the resort for all I care. I’ll take care of Maggie after you’re gone,” he says when he winks at me.

“She’s never going to take your sorry ass back,” I tell him through gritted teeth.

“Let’s see if she still wants you after you have a criminal record, lose your license, and get fired from your job.”

“You’re an asshole,” I grumble. “And I’m not going to apologize because I don’t regret it. You hurt her⁠—”

“I hurt her?” he repeats with a bark of laughter. “She didn’t tell you why she left in the middle of the night?”

“You dumped her and kicked her out.”

“No, I didn’t,” he replies. “I may have kicked her out of my bed, but I didn’t end things. She up and left me.”

I don’t believe him. Maggie’s been a mess for two months, making me think her heart was broken.

But then again, she didn’t tell me the asshole had been texting her every day either.

10

Maggie

“Oh, dear,” Monty’s mother gasps once Kendall and I return to the lounge. “I wonder what the police are doing here.”

Kendall, Gen, and I follow her line of sight to the front lobby where there are several uniformed officers striding inside headed for the reception area.

My first instinct is to find Theo, to make sure he’s okay and because if something happens, I’ll feel safer with him by my side.

But I do three full checks of the lounge and don’t see him.

“Do y’all know where Theo is?” I ask the women. Maybe he went to talk to the front desk about our broken bed.

“No,” Kendall answers as she glances around.

Monty comes up beside Kendall and puts his arm around her waist, pulling her to him. “Everything okay? I just saw the police out in the lobby.”

“Yeah, we were wondering the same thing,” she tells him. “And Maggie can’t find Theo.”

“Hmm,” Monty mutters. “Wyatt’s been missing for a while now too.”