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“It’s almost as pretty as you. Would you mind grabbing plates?” He motions to a cabinet.

As I reach up to get them, he swats my ass. I half laugh and half squeal, then spin around to swat his butt, but he catches my wrist and pulls me into another kiss.

“You look awfully cute in my T-shirt.”

“Thanks, but it’s mine now.”

He grabs my butt with both hands. “Is that so?”

“Mm-hm. If we’re an official couple on this island where gossip never sleeps, your clothes are fair game.”

“Baby, you can have anything of mine you want.”

“I’m glad you agree, because I’m hoping you have a comfy hoodie I can wear to the bonfire tomorrow night.”

“I think I can hook you up.” He gives me a quick kiss, and then he loads up the counter with strawberries, blueberries, Nutella, eggs, and milk.

“Yum.” I open the Nutella, dip in a strawberry, and give it to him as he mixes ingredients. Then I make one for myself. “Mm. Who needs crepes when we have this deliciousness?” I dip another strawberry and hold it out for him.

“Now you’re just trying to seduce me.” He eats the strawberry out of my fingers.

“Nutella and strawberries? I think you are the seducer in this scenario, Mr. Silver. All that’s missing is whipped cream.”

He flashes a wolfish grin. “I’m saving that for later.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Wells

“What do you think?” Victory asks as she comes out of the dressing room at Oceanside Boutique on Main Street, looking like a million laid-back bucks in cutoffs and a light blue tank top that brings out her eyes and has I Chilled on Silver Island printed above a silhouette of a lighthouse, waves, and two birds flying over the water. This is the second outfit she tried on. The first was just as gorgeous, though dressier.

“You look dangerously sexy.” Her hair is loose, untamed waves spilling over her shoulders, just the way I love them, and the smile she’s been sporting all morning is another new one. She not only looks happier and more relaxed than ever, but she also has a bounce in her step that wasn’t there before. Seeing her come out from under the weight of her secrets is like watching her bloom to life again, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I draw her into my arms and lower my voice. “Keep looking at me like that and you’re going to land right back in my bed.”

She taps my chest. “That is not a threat, my friend.”

We slept in and spent the morning loving on each other before heading into town.

“Good.” As I press my lips to hers, her hand flattens on my chest, and I wonder if I’ve embarrassed her and she’s going to put distance between us. But her fingers curl into my T-shirt, keeping me close.

When our lips part, she says, “If they’re going to talk about us, we might as well give them something to talk about.”

“Who?”

“Anyone and everyone,” she says cheekily.

“I like the way you think.” As I lean in to kiss her again, I spot the owner of the boutique headed our way.

“Wells Silver, I thought that was you.” Mrs. Smythe, a short, stout brunette, says. She gives Victory an appreciative once-over. “I see you brought a friend, and she found one of my favorite tanks.”

“Mrs. Smythe, this is my girlfriend, Victory.” Girlfriend rolls out full of pride, and I fucking love the way it feels to claim her. As I put my hand on her back, her smile tells me she’s into it, too. “Mrs. Smythe owns this boutique.”

“Hi,” Victory says. “I love your shop.”

“Thank you. It obviously loves you, too,” she says kindly. “You were made for that outfit. You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.”