Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) Read Online Free PDF

jiggle the handle.
    He was surprised when it turned in his hand and the door eased open.
    “Will you look who it is, Gail? I told you it was him out on the balcony getting him some more, didn’t I?”
    The fan from the airport? No fucking way.
    “Give me your cellphone,” Brian demanded, extending a hand in the guy’s direction. “Now!”
    “Hey, if you want me to have your number that badly…”
    Brian jerked the device from the man’s hand and checked his photo stream for videos or pictures of himself and Myrna. He discovered a lot of video footage of various rock concerts, but no sex videos.
    “I’ll need to see your girlfriend’s phone too,” Brian said, checking through the videos one last time in case he’d somehow missed one of Myrna pleasuring him with her hands and mouth, or riding his cock on the patio sofa. But nope, nothing.
    “Normally I wouldn’t let a guy hit on my girl,” Kev said, “but I’d let you bang her on our wedding night.”
    And why would Brian want to do that when he was already married to his perfect woman? His perfect woman touched his arm and stood on tiptoes to peer around his shoulder.
    “Well?” Myrna asked.
    “Nothing on his phone. Just need to check his woman’s.”
    “Why do you need to check our phones anyway?” Kev asked.
    “Because I saw you recording us with your phone while we were on the balcony,” Brian said, taking Gail’s phone and checking her photo stream.
    “No idea what you’re talking about,” Kev said. “Is your room next to ours?”
    “Obviously.” The dude had just said he knew they were on the balcony getting some—was he completely stupid? Brian’s frustration escalated as photo after photo of a very fluffy, very orange Pomeranian graced every image in Gail’s phone. There wasn’t anything remotely related to him and Myrna saved to her files.
    “That’s Peaches!” Gail said. “Oh, I miss her so much already. I wish we could have brought her with us.”
    “Sometimes I think she loves that dog more than she loves me,” Kev said and shook his head.
    “There isn’t anything on here either,” Brian said to Myrna as finished flipping through dog pictures.
    “Maybe you were seeing things,” she said. “And are you sure you saw it from this side of the balcony?”
    He was sure. At least he had been until both phones came up evidence-free.
    “Maybe I was mistaken.”
    “If you two are free for dinner, we’d love to take you out. My buddies will never believe that A, I met Brian Sinclair. B, he’s staying in the room next to mine. And C, he had dinner with me.”
    “No,” Brian said, without consulting Myrna. He was pretty sure they’d be on the same page here. “We already have plans.”
    “No offense, but it’s our honeymoon,” Myrna said, sounding slightly apologetic. Brian had no idea why. “We just want to spend time alone together.”
    “In private,” Brian added, still convinced that one of these two—probably Kev—had been spying on them.
    “I understand,” Kev said dejectedly as he scratched the back of his neck. “Well, if you change your mind…”
    “We won’t,” Brian said and spun Myrna toward their open hotel room door.
    He ushered her inside and closed the door. He wanted to be alone with her, sure, but mostly he wanted to get away from Kev and Gail. They made him uncomfortable, though he couldn’t put his finger on why.
    “What has gotten into you?” Myrna stood just inside the room with both hands on her hips and eyeing him with disapproval.
    “What are you talking about?” He honestly had no idea.
    “I’ve never seen you act so rude toward a fan. Ever. First you blew him off on the plane and now you go barging into his room accusing him of recording us with his phone and then you reject his invitation to his wedding and to dinner without so much as an apology.”
    “You want to go to their wedding and to dinner with them?”
    “Hell no, but you could show a little common courtesy. He