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“I don’t cuddle.” She flounces out of the bed and into the bedroom without another word.
“Good morning, Cady,” I call after her.
Pulling on a pair of shorts, I leave the bedroom to give Cady as much privacy as I can.
She didn’t sign up to share a bed.
I still can’t believe she’s here.
After visiting the powder room by the front door—peeing is never good with morning wood—I wander into the kitchen to find Nick and Dexter staring at me expectantly. “What?” I demand. “We’re in Turks; I’m not putting on a shirt.”
“Did you forget someone?”
“She’s in the shower. I think.”
“You let her in there alone?” Nick asks.
“Dude. No. I didn’t bring her for that. I mean, if it happens…” I trail off as I pour myself a coffee. Dexter never forgets to start the coffee in the morning. The condo has one of the fancy-assed espresso makers but I’m fine with the basics until I wake up.
“Did you check what we have for food?” We have people at each of the resorts who stock the fridge before each visit, with cold beer and wine and enough stuff to make a decent breakfast. “Who wants to make me eggs?”
“No one here,” Dexter grumbles. “Why can’t you eat cereal like the rest of us?”
“Nah, eggs are better for you,” Nick argues. “And you, Dexy, are the best cook of us all.”
“I’m not feeding you.”
“I brought you down here,” I protest.
“Marcus brought me down here and it’s bad enough I have to stay with him.” Dexter points to Nick. “Sharing a room with—”
“Sorry about that,” I cut him off. “I must not have…”
“Max.” Nick cuts me off. “It’s all cool. You don’t have to put us up. And if your dad changes things at the last minute, we’ll deal with it.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Dexter says. “I didn’t mean anything.”
“Does this mean you’ll make me eggs?” I grin at him.
“Me too?” asks a quiet voice behind us.
“Well, good morning, Ms. Quinn,” Nick says in a hearty voice.
25
Cady
Normally, I’m a five am person, which is why I’m a bit thrown that it’s after eight when I wake up.
I’m also thrown at how I woke up draped over Maximus, but I’m not thinking about that.
I can chalk the sleeping in to yesterday being exhausting, not to mention my late-night chat with Max, but I can’t ignore the fact that I have nothing to do.
I wake up; I check my phone and my laptop. With neither of them with me, I’m a little lost. Most mornings, I start my day alone before Tana and Travis show up around ten o’clock.
I am well aware that I’m not alone here.
And then the fact that there are three very attractive men smiling at me right now—smiling warmly but expecting nothing.
