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Finally, those lips curve into a smile. Not a smile—a smirk. “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

“I did, but I didn’t expect…”

“Was it not to your liking?”

Was it not— “Get over here and ask me that,” I growl.

“The seat belt sign is still on,” she says pertly.

I laugh. I have to laugh or else I’m charging the four feet between us and yanking her out of that seat to kiss her again.

I could kiss her while she’s in the seat, but I want that body pressed up against me again. The feel of her thigh straddling me… “We’re going to have a good time this weekend,” I manage.

“Are we?”

“I’m going to damn well make sure of it,” I promise.

That’s when she finally meets my gaze and I can tell that kiss rocked her as much as it did me.

Cady is quiet as we deplane. The hot sun beats down on our bare heads as we cross the tarmac. Security in their black shirts stand watching us, each one bigger than the last.

I fight the urge to take her hand and content myself with carrying one of her bags. “Have you ever been here?” I ask.

She only shakes her head, gaze skating from one thing to another. It almost looks like she’s nervous.

That’s when I take her hand. “Everything okay?”

“Of course.”

She seems to have relaxed by the time the van pulls up in front of Sandflower Resort—Grace Bay. “This is yours?” she asks, studying the lemon-yellow buildings, the riot of pink and purple bougainvillea against the bright green rows of ficus.

The pool lies calm in the distance like the water is resting under the hot sun.

“It’s one of the properties the company owns,” I clarify.

“It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a beautiful place. Wait until you see the beach. But first—” —I wave at Henri, the manager— “Let’s show you the condo.”

I haven’t been here in a few years and the company man in me scours the place for any issues on our way to the elevator, and then up to the fifth floor.

Cady waits behind me as I unlock the door. I don’t give a preamble as I push it open for her. “After you.”

I can’t see her face, but I know she’s impressed. It’s an impressive place.

“Holy shit, are you finally here?”

“Dude! It’s about time.”

Cady jumps back as Nick and Dexter erupt from where they’ve been lounging on the couches, bottles of beer in hand.

I forgot to mention to Cady that the boys are staying here, too.

And I forgot to tell them about Cady. “Whoa…” Dexter halts in place when he catches sight of Cady, but Nick keeps coming.

“What do we have here?” If Nick was a dog, he’d be sniffing Cady’s ass. She looks as disgusted as if he actually tried it. “Bring us a treat, did you?”

“A treat?” Acid drips from Cady’s tongue.

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