Page 26 of Killer Honeymoon
Royce’s gray eyes danced with delight as he leaned forward. “Not right now, baby. You can go down on me later.”
Sawyer snorted and shook his head. “The bathrooms on a boat are called heads.”
“Pretentious as hell,” Royce said.
Chuckling, Sawyer said, “Would you rather they be called a shitter?”
“Works for Eddie and his RV.”
Sawyer, who’d just taken a sip of water, nearly choked. “I don’t want anything about our honeymoon to resemble any of the movies in theNational Lampoonfranchise.”
Royce winked and said, “Too late. First the black bear incident, and now we’ve landed in the middle ofFear Thy Neighbor.”
Thank goodness Sawyer hadn’t taken another drink, or he would’ve choked. “Oh hell. You’re right.”
“Which part?”
Sawyer released a sigh and said, “Both.”
An arrogant smile played at Royce’s lips, and Sawyer was prepared for a gloating response, but their server, Miguel, stepped up to their table before Royce could fire off a remark.
“Do you still need a few minutes, or are you ready to order?” the handsome young man asked.
“We’ve been ready,” Royce said, barely containing his enthusiasm for the feast ahead.
“Oh,” Miguel said, a look of dismay crossing his features. “Have you been waiting long?”
“Oh, no,” Sawyer said. “We just discussed what we wanted during our walk.”
“Oh, that’s much better,” Miguel said. “What can I get for you?”
Royce ordered lobster bisque for a starter and Alaskan king crab legs for an entrée. Sawyer started with coconut shrimp and ordered a ribeye with lobster mac and cheese for his main course. Conversation ebbed and flowed like waves crashing against the shoreline. They recalled the high points of their day—the parts they could discuss in public—while a companionable silence washed over them in other moments. The lake breeze, excellent food, and stunning vistas coalesced into the perfect evening. Sawyer nearly suggested they forget about the ghost walk and head home to enjoy the balmy evening on their back deck, but he changed his mind when Royce looked up the tour on his phone while Sawyer settled their bill.
“Did you know the lighthouse is haunted?” Royce asked.
Sawyer returned his credit card to his wallet, then smiled at his husband. “Allegedly.”
Royce tipped his head to the side and studied Sawyer. “You’re not a believer?”
“In ghosts?” Sawyer asked. “Yeah, I think it’s possible. I’ve just never seen one with my own eyes.”
“How is that possible?” Royce asked. “We live in Savannah, Georgia, one of the most haunted cities in the US.”
Sawyer shrugged. “Just unlucky, I guess.”
Royce reached across the table and took Sawyer’s hand. “Maybe tonight is your lucky night.”
Sawyer didn’t bother keeping his lustful thoughts out of his expression when he raised his mug in a toast. “Here’s to hoping.” He drained the last of his beer and set the glass on the table. “Ready?”
“For the ghost walk?” Royce asked.
His husband had opened the door, and Sawyer only needed to step through it. Then he remembered the excitement in Royce’s voice when he talked about the various haunted sites.
“Yep,” Sawyer said. “The tour leaves in fifteen minutes. Might as well go check in.”
They found their tour guide standing outside the restaurant. Sawyer pulled up the tickets on his phone, and Tom scanned them with a handheld device. They made small talk until more people in their tour group showed up. Sawyer and Royce stepped to the back to observe the crowd. It was primarily groupings of two or four, but there was a larger family with four kids under twelve. The youngest looked about five but wasn’t the least bit intimidated by his older siblings’ wild speculation about what they might see.
“Is that it?” Tom asked.