LAYLA'S POV
"A honeymoon?" The idea seemed almost foreign after everything we'd been through. Honeymoons were for normal couples who got married for normal reasons, not for people like us who'd started with a revenge contract.
"Why not? Once this trial's over, once we're safe, let's go somewhere. Anywhere. Get away from all of this." His eyes were bright with the kind of hope I hadn't seen in weeks… months, maybe.
"Where would we even go? We can't exactly plan a trip when we might have cartel hitmen after us."
He grinned, some of his earlier playfulness returning despite the circumstances. "Come here. I have an idea."
He led me to a large map of the world mounted on his study wall, its surface marked with pins from various business trips. From his desk drawer, he pulled out a single dart.
"Pick a hand," he said, holding both behind his back.
"What are you doing?"
"Just pick one. Left or right?"
"This is ridiculous," I said, but I couldn't help smiling. "Left?"
