“Um… yeah,” I say. “Sure.”
“Anyway,” Johnny says, tapping two wristbands on the table in front of him. “Logan got us a room
here at the resort. So we’re not going to stay on the yacht. And a security team too.”
I look around, pick out at least four people who could be said security, and pull myself together. “A
room?”
“Yeah, I know. Just one, I guess. And you might not trust me in any other way, but you can trust me
not to bother you. I’m not that kind of man.”
His tone gets a little dark and heated when he says those last few words.
“No,” I say quickly. “I got that.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Nothing,” I say. “Just… you had an opportunity to do that kind of thing last night and you didn’t.
So…”
“You were disappointed?”
I wait for the smirk. That’s usually what comes next, right? When a hot guy thinks you want him and
he didn’t meet your expectations. But there’s no smirk. His mouth is just a straight line of seriousness.
“I wasn’t disappointed. I was just… you know what? Forget it. But… but I’m not sure I want to
stay here at this resort. I’m actually more at home on a boat.”
He nods. Like he gets it.
He doesn’t, though. He doesn’t get me, or it, or anything.
But then he stands, swipes up both wristbands, and says, “Let’s check it out anyway. You never
know. People like us tend to adjust to new situations rather quickly.”
The rest of that goes unsaid but I hear it anyway.
People like us adjust to new situations quickly… or we die.
I push that thought away and walk forward, half expecting him to place a possessive guiding hand
on the small of my back as he falls into step beside me.
But he doesn’t. Gonna play the aloof bad-boy gig to the end, I guess.
Cabaña three is nice. Very nice. So nice I take my time looking it all over. Especially the
beachfront ocean view out the patio doors.
And it’s a two bedroom so all that talk about him keeping his hands off me? Pointless. He gestures
to the open double doors of the master bedroom and says, “You can take that one.” Then he nods his