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Chapter 2.

"Time to wake up, Bobcat."

Veronica untangled her body from her blanket and stretched her body against the large leather sofa she was laying on. Eight hours later they had finally arrived to their destination.

Veronica still had no idea where they were. She had fallen asleep about a hour into watching The Big Lewinski and apparently slept the rest of the flight.

"Dare I ask where we are?"

He smirked and pulled her arm to follow him.

They departed the jet and Veronica took in their soundings. It appeared that they had landed in a private airport and lush trees and mountains could be seen in the distance.

'"Welcome to Brazil, Bobcat." Logan said dramatically spreading his arms out

"Brazil?" Veronica was shocked. Why in the world would he take her to Brazil? Mexico, sure. Vegas, maybe. But Brazil?

He smirked at her and motioned her to follow him. She followed him to a waiting black SUV. A man popped out of the driver seat, dressed neatly in a suite and a chauffeur's hat.

" Welcome, Mr. Lester." He said firmly and opened the back door.

Veronica raised a eyebrow. Why was the driver calling him by his mother's maiden name?

And before she could analyze anything else the man looked at her nodded toward her.

"Mrs. Lester."

Dumbfounded didn't even begin to describe what Veronica felt. Logan ushered her into the backseat of the SUV and quickly climbed in after her. The man closed the door firmly behind them and started to drive.

Veronica shot him a questioning look. Logan responded with his pointer finger to his lips.

"Straight to the resort, Mr. Lester?"

"Yes." Logan said shortly. He kept his eyes focused out on the scenery they were passing through the window.

At this point Veronica had no idea what was going on. But she knew if there was any time to start trusting Logan, now would be the time.

She reached over for his right hand and gave him a reassuring squeeze. He kept his eyes on what was going on outside but she was sure she saw a small smile creep on his handsome face.

They passed through a small seaside town and arrived at the resort which turned out to be a small but expensive looking hotel with several private cabanas along the coast.

"Wow, Logan this is beautiful!"

Logan grinned and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

A perky young woman was at the front desk and as they approached her attention squared directly towards Logan. "Good Morning! Checking in? "

She was beautiful, Veronica had to admit. Her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a bun and she was dressed in a polished uniform. But her flirty attitude was not appreciated.

"Hello, Last name is Lester."

The young woman seemed a bit miffed at his dismissal but dutifully typed the name into the computer.

"Yes, Mr. and Mrs. Lester, you are in the Cabana six. I can have Pablo bring you and your luggage there." She motioned to the also flawlessly dressed young man a few feet away.

Veronica looked up at Logan, seeing his jaw clenched made her feel uneasy. Yes, normal people traveled with luggage. Normal people did not just jump on a jet without knowing where they were going. Normal people didn't jump on a jet to a foreign country with their ex. But normalcy was never their strong suit.

"The airline lost our luggage. We should of had some things delivered here already."

The girl typed quickly in her computer and gave him a smile. "Yes of course, some items were delivered late last night and were put in your Cabana."

The young man nodded towards the couple. "Right this way, Mr. and Mrs. Lester."

Pablo led them to Cabana six which turned out to be the Cabana farthest from the hotel, nestled on the beach and extremely private. No other cabanas, or anything else for that matter, were in sight. The cabana looked like a hut to Veronica. A very expensive hut but a hut no less. There was a hot tub and large two person swing on the deck along with a small table and four chairs. Cozy yet still luxurious.

Pablo led them into the perfectly decorated three bedroom Cabana. It screamed modern luxury yet somehow authentically Brazilian.

"If you need absolutely anything, the list of numbers are next to the phone." Pablo handed Logan a key.

"Thank you Pablo."Logan handed him a tip and Pablo promptly left the couple alone .

"Wow.. Logan this is amazing!"

"Glad you like it Ronnie. I called ahead and a personal shopper dropped off some clothing and toiletries that I hope are up to your standards." He motioned to the several bags laid out on the sofa in the massive great room.

Veronica pulled out a pair of jeans out of a bag and surveyed them.

"Yes, Diesel jeans are acceptable." She remarked with an eye roll. Leave it to Logan to buy her expensive clothing for no other reason than the fact he wouldn't let her pack a bag from home.

He ignored her sarcasm and looked around the cabana. Veronica sat on a chaise lounge and watched him survey the cabana with a critical eye. His behavior was odd to say the least. She was more than sure he had been in his fair share of luxury suites so their accommodations shouldn't be anything too extraordinary to him.

She had so many questions for him. What were they doing here? Why was he using an alias? So many questions to be answered. But she figured they had some time for the question and answer portion of their trip.

Right now, all she could think about was how sexy his quiet and somber demeanor was.

She rose from her spot and walked towards him. "Sooo... Mr. Lester. What are we going to do in this big old cabana?" She gave him her famous head tilt that made him weak.

"Oh Mrs. Lester, I can think of a few things." He backed her up against the island in the kitchen and rested his arms on either side of her.

They stood with their lips inches apart. "I missed you Bobcat." And as he lowered his mouth to capture hers a hard knock was heard from the front door.

"I think our visitors are here." Logan said quietly. He kissed Veronica's nose and walked over to the front door.

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