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Ezra shakes his head. “Not this time. While he enjoys most athletic endeavors, he finds hiking a bit boorish.”
“My day just got exponentially better,” Cat mutters. “Then again, if he hates hiking, maybe I’d rather he tag along. I can feed on his misery.”
“We should probably ask,” I say. “I’d hate for him to feel excluded.”
Yes, I need to make nice with my future brother-in-law,I think to myself, then immediately chastise my wild imagination. He said he was falling in love with me, not that he wasinlove with me.
And we aren’t exactly dating. Are we?
How will I know if we are? Is that a question I ask, or is that something he’ll clarify?
But will I seem too needy if I ask? What if Iamneedy?
Oh god. It’s been so long since I’ve been in a relationship. I don’t even know if?—
“Kindra?” Ezra looks at me with his eyebrows pulled together. “Have you heard anything I’ve said?”
“She’s probably a little tired because?—”
“Because I slept so hard!” I say before Cat can completely blow my cover. “You know how it is. Sometimes you sleep so well that it takes longer to shake off that groggy feeling.” I cover my mouth as a yawn parts my lips, and then I smile at them.
Cat seems to get the memo without having it spelled out for her. She’s evolving.
“I was saying that we can certainly drop by his villa and ask him to join, but he’s still going to say no.” Ezra looks at hiswatch. “But we’d best crack on if we want to make the hike. It starts in less than forty-five minutes.”
We hurry and craft a bag filled with trail mix, bottled water, and sunscreen. Ezra plays the part of pack mule and carries it.
Everything seems a little brighter as we step into the morning sunshine. I’ve unearthed the identity of the man who killed my brother, and though it didn’t end quite as I’d hoped, it’s still a chapter of my life I’m happy to close. I’ve gained a friend and an assistant, and I’ve gathered the necessary info to begin a multi-part exposé on Eighties.
And, yes, the man of my dreams has confessed that I’ve affected him, and maybe that’s fucking with the vibrance of life a little more than usual.
Cat and I walk across the wooden boards, sticking close behind Ezra as we make our way down the row of villas. Maudlin Rose sits on her porch, wearing nothing more than a sun hat and a smile. She waves as we pass.
I don’t think I’ve heard the old woman speak since we arrived. I don’t even know if shecanspeak.
When we reach Bennett’s villa, “It’s Not Unusual” by Tom Jones pours from the open windows as a breeze ruffles the curtains. I cover my mouth to stifle a laugh. I never would have pegged Bennett as a Tom Jones fan. Then I catch the faintest sound, like someone tapping against the wall to the beat of the song.
Ezra looks as confused as I feel, but he shakes his head and knocks on the door anyway. Bennett doesn’t answer, and the odd tapping sound continues.
“Bennett? You in there?” Ezra knocks again, a little louder this time, but no one comes to the door. He looks back at us and shrugs. Bennett probably can’t hear us over the thump of bass and smooth male vocals.
“Try one more time,” I say, though I’m less interested in convincing Bennett to join us and more interested in discovering what he’s doing in there.
Ezra turns back to the door as Cat leaves the porch and goes to the window. Before Ezra can knock, Cat flails her arm and covers her mouth, her eyes wide. She motions us over, and, being the nosy bitch that I am, I rush to her side.
I’ve seen a lot over the years, but no amount of internet porn could prepare me for what waits beyond this thin coral curtain blowing into Bennett’s bedroom.
My brain almost can’t register it at first. He’s standing in front of the bedroom dresser with his hands firmly planted on the top, bracing himself as he...fucks a pineapple. He’s wedged the spiny fruit within one of the drawers, positioning it at the perfect height for his dick. With each aggressive thrust, the back of the dresser collides with the wall.
Well, at least I know what the tapping sound is.
As his ass flexes to the beat, I can’t contain my laughter. I mean, he isreallyshowing this pineapple who’s boss, and despite what Tom Jones says, it absolutelyisunusual.
Then Bennett’s head tips back, eyes closed in the throes of passion, and it’s all Cat and I can do to stay upright. We grip each other and fall to the sand as tears of laughter fill our eyes.
My entire abdomen aches, and I can’t breathe. In fact, I’m fairly certain I’m one wheeze away from pissing myself, but I can’t stop. And I don’t want to. I can’t remember the last time I laughed like this.
Ezra rushes over, trying to shush us through a wide grin, but it’s not like his brother can hear us. He’s lost to passion, pineapples, and a groovy sixties tune.
