Alexis was feeling more than a little bemused standing in the middle
of the most sumptuous set of rooms she'd ever seen....rooms designed
for newlyweds.
Sonny was tipping the bellman, and waited for the young man to leave
before turning to face her.
“From this point on, Lex, we gotta act the part of a couple.
We don’t know who will be around us: paparazzi, reporters,
informants for the Feds.”
Her face was still immobile with surprise. She looked around at
their surroundings, taking in the dimly lit room with its polished
mahogany furnishings, the exotic flowers in vases placed strategically
about. The fragrant white gardenias floating romantically in a bowl
of water on an end table.
“When did you have time to do all this?”
He shrugged. “Soon as you agreed to marry me, I had some of
my people arrange the accommodations and the ceremony tomorrow.”
Alexis shuddered and wrapped her arms about herself. “I’m—I
guess I’m just out of my depth all of a sudden. It’s all
happening so fast. There’s so much to think about.”
He strode over to her and placed his hands on her forearms gently.
“You think too much,” he whispered. “I have it all
planned. Trust me. Let’s just get some rest.”
Alexis’ eyes widened as she glanced through to the massive
bed in the other room. Sonny laughed.
“I don’t have any paper bags, so calm down Alexis,”
he said. “I’ll sleep on the sofa out here.”
She hunched one shoulder, clearly trying to appear as if she hadn’t
been worried. “I knew that,” she said.
“Oh, you did, did you?” he countered. “So since I’m
being such a gentleman about our sleeping arrangements, can I at
least have one request?”
She almost held her breath as she looked at him. “What?”
she whispered.
“A goodnight kiss from my fiancée.”
Alexis froze.
***
“Jack Grayson?”
“Jack. Ric Lansing, here. Sorry to call you in the middle of
the night, but we have a problem. Sonny Corinthos is trying to corrupt
this case.”
“How the hell could he do that?”
“He’s marrying one of the witnesses so that she can’t
testify.”
“Alexis Davis?”
“Yes.”
“You absolutely sure of this?”
“100%.”
“So where is this alleged marriage taking place?”
“We’re working on that. Sonny’s plane is missing.
The flight plan was bogus, and no one at the damn airport will help
us without a warrant.”
“Damn it, that’ll take us into tomorrow. We need to find
Corinthos fast. File an arrest warrant now. And I’ll get some
of my men to that airport. The second Sonny Boy’s plane touches
down we’ll bust him…and we’ll add a damn fraud charge
to his list of sins. Let’s see if Corinthos and Davis can convince
a judge that their marriage is real.”
