Chapter 116

I rifled through about six different bathing suits and settled on a dark red Gucci bikini. Not that I had much of a choice – there were no one-pieces, which is what I vastly would have preferred.

Johnny saw my unhappy expression. “What, you don’t like them?” he whispered, since Connor had gone back to shouting at his cell phone.

“There’s only bikinis.”

Johnny smirked. “That was Connor’s explicit instructions – bikinis only.”

I looked around and glared at Connor.

He looked at me like What now?!

I held up the red bikini.

Immediately he broke into a grin, gave me a thumbs-up, then turned around and started yelling again.

I went back into the bedroom and changed.

It fit well enough, but God I felt exposed. I kept tugging the top into place, worried that I might accidentally pull a Janet Jackson and have a wardrobe malfunction.

Then I bundled back up in the robe and walked out to the rack and picked up a small pair of fancy leather flip-flops – by far the plainest, cheapest pair on the rac