MichaelJonathan calls while Lilly is getting ready. “Any word on the property?”“No word. Lilly is winning Cataleya over, though.” And I couldn’t be prouder. Everyone likes Lilly.“Good.” Jonathan’s voice is tight.“Why do you sound so grumpy? Besides the usual?”“Because I can’t fucking figure out
“I had George call the hotel before we came. It crossed my mind that this would be the perfect place to surf.” I thought about it, just like I did every time I was near the ocean.When we reach the path down to the water, my arm is aching from carrying the board and my fingers are stiff. Lilly makes
LillyI shiver as I watch Michael paddle out. The air is warm, and I could strip off my dress, but I want the protection. From the heat of his gaze, and from my own feelings. Because being with him makes me feel settled. Like everything is right in the world. Like I’m having the best day ever with m
It is, objectively, the best kiss I’ve ever received. He tastes salty and cool, but his lips heat as he kisses me, and his body does too. His arms are strong, and his damp shoulders are smooth under my fingers. I want to run my hands over him and feel every muscle flex under my hands. I part my lips
It’s the truth. All those college years without a home to go back to, until Michaelbrought us into his family. More than anything, I want a home that feels like mine, that can’t be taken from me.Michael’s mouth is twisted in sympathy. “You lost your parents’ house, right?”“We did. Not long after t
We walk in silence until we get to the gazebo. I make Michael set his board against it. He huffs, but his mood seems to have improved, and he complies.“Just one photo, please.” I want to document this wonderful day, either the best day of my life or the one that will rip my heart out.He sighs but
When I get back to the room, I check my email and see that George has sent us a list of furniture for the new apartment and wants us to pick the colors. This is too much. My chest feels tight, and I get up to get a glass of water. I don’t know if I can pick these furnishings and play house with Mich
MichaelMark’s eyes are on me as I trek back to the room and again when I make my way to the deck for cocktails. He’s up to something. I need to find out what it is, and fast. The need to get this deal done is an itch under my skin. I have Jonathan emailing me more articles and failed deals, and Mar