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his chest to look into his eyes. “This trip has been an eye opener. There are so many places in this world. So many things to see. I never dreamed I’d be able to see any of them. I—”
    “You feel free?”
    I nod and Eric plays with the ends of my wet hair. “Of course you do, and there’s no reason to feel guilty about it. You loved your mother, but now that she’s gone, you’re free to live life on your terms. Jordan, you can do anything. Be anything. You don’t have to go back. Instead, go forward. See the world. Live.”
    My lips curve upwards as I take in his animated expression. “Is that what you’re doing?”
    He gently wipes away my tears. “Yes. I have a business degree. Great. That doesn’t mean I have to sit behind a desk in a cubicle for the rest of my life. Like you said, there are so many places in the world. I want to explore them. So I schlep a few drinks for money. It affords me the chance to do what I love most. Travel.”
    “You do lead somewhat of a dream life. You know that? You’re lucky.”
    “No. I don’t believe in luck. We make our own luck.” His expression turns serious again and I don’t like it. I want playful Eric from a second ago. I’ve had enough of the heavy stuff for today.
    “Feeling lucky now?” I ask, teasing him. I slip my towel off my body under the covers, and then untuck his from his waist. Heat radiates off his skin as I lie on top of him, bracing my hands next to his head.
    He threads his fingers through my wet hair to keep it out of my face. “Very.” He pulls me down and kisses me as I reach into his bedside table, searching for a little foil packet.
    Breaking the kiss, I hold the little square triumphantly above my head. “Aha. You’re in luck.”
    He swipes it from my hand and places it on top of the table. With a quick ninja-like—or maybe well practiced—motion, he flips us so I now lie on my back as he hovers above me. “Not so fast.” He trails kisses down my stomach. It can’t get any better than this. Oh, wait. Yes it can.

Chapter Thirteen
    I wake up alone in Eric’s bed. I think he must have left quite some time ago because the last time I looked at his alarm clock, it was 7 a.m. and he was still with me. It’s now noon. Hmmm, I guess finally having the bed to myself I was able to sleep late. I stretch and then turn over and go back to sleep for another hour.
    When I wake again, Eric sits on the edge of the bed holding a Starbucks coffee cup out to me. “Good morning.” I take a sip before my morning breath knocks him over.
    “Good afternoon. Sorry to wake you, but I wanted to let you know that I’ll be at The Surf bar by the pool and then I have to work at The Vine tonight.”
    “Oh.” Is he getting rid of me? Geez, I thought he was different. I guess I thought—
    “Here’s a copy of my room key. Stay all day if you like, but I wouldn’t mind if you kept me company at the pool today, so I can watch you in that bikini of yours. Unless you have other plans.”
    “Oh.” A smile returns to my face. Stop being paranoid. “Yes. I’ll see you by the pool. What time do you have to be at The Vine?”
    “Five. I’ll finish at the Surf Bar at four-thirty, come back here to change quickly, and then head over to The Vine. I’m taking a quick break right now to catch you up.”
    “Okay. I’ll come to the pool in a bit. Let me get dressed and I’ll see you there.”
    Eric stands, smiles, and swaggers to the door, purposely shaking his ass at me. I throw a pillow and he escapes out the door. How am I going to get off this ship in two days?
    At the pool, I lay my towel over the deck chair, positioning it so the bar is in direct view. It’s pretty warm out. I stroll over to the pool, making sure to shake my ass in Eric’s direction when he’s looking, eliciting a whistle from him in the process. The water is refreshing. Not cold, but not warm either. I stay in long enough to stretch my muscles, and then return to my towel for