Page 117 of Tourist Season


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“I do. It’ll be a long day of travel. I think that would be a welcome courtesy for the people I’ll encounter,” he joked.

“Then that will buy us some time. Turn on the water and let me know when it’s hot.”

“You’re getting in with me?” he asked, leaning over to see her face.

“You need someone to scrub your back, don’t you?” she teased.

“This is going to be fun,” he said. “I’ve never showered with a woman before.”

She almost couldn’t believe that statement. “You’ve got to be...what? Thirty-two?”

“Thirty-three.”

“Then how is it you’ve never showered with a woman?”

His teeth flashed in a sexy grin. “I guess I’ve led a sheltered life.”

She could tell by the way he said that sentence there was a deeper meaning to it, a joke of some kind, but he was already en route to the bathroom, so she didn’t stop him to ask about it.

“It’s hot,” he called a second later, and she kicked off the covers before joining him.

Steam rolled out when he opened the shower door, but he turned the temperature down so it wouldn’t be too hot for her. Then he soaped her up, and she did the same to him before bringing their slick bodies together.

“I’ve waited entirely too long to try this,” he said.

He was so different from Remy, had such an unusual innocence about him. And yet, he seemed wise, almost world-weary.

They’d used all the hot water before he was willing to get out. Then they had to dress in a hurry so they could make it to the airport on time.

“Stay away from Bastian while I’m gone,” he told her. “Give him a wide berth—leave if you have to.”

“Should I go to the police?”

“Not unless you’re in danger.” He put on a jacket and grabbed his bag. “That would antagonize him. We can figure it out when I return.”

Ismay nodded and he responded with a grin. But when he opened the door, he tensed and dropped his luggage so he could shove Ismay behind him. There was a man in the yard, just standing there with his hands in his pockets. It took her a second to register that it was Bastian.

“What’s up?” Bo asked Remy’s brother. “What can I do for you?”

“I’ve gotten something stuck in the garbage disposal,” Bastian said. “I was wondering if you could get it out for me.”

Bo picked up his suitcase again. “I hate to tell you this, but I have an emergency at home. I’m flying out today and won’t be back for a few days, at least.”

“Where’s home?”

“Louisiana.”

“So... I’m supposed to live without a garbage disposal?” Bastian said.

Bo checked his watch. “I’ll text you the name of a good plumber.”

“Does my mother know you’re leaving?”

As Bo carried his suitcase to the truck, Bastian wandered a bit closer and watched as he put it in the back. “I let her know, yes.”

Bastian studied Ismay, who’d followed Bo out and was circling around to get in the driver’s side. “I see you’ve taken over where Remy left off with Ismay.”

“Ismay’s giving me a ride to the airport,” Bo said. “That’s all.”

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