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Master Sinclair, much less the same island.”
She actually did know how cool that was, but she was incredibly happy to see those two leave. She turned to Brian with a flippant comment about the other couple poised on her lips, but she found herself crushed against his chest before she could utter a single word.
“I would never hit you, Myrna. Not ever. You have to believe me. The thought of you being in pain tears me up inside. I can’t even imagine how I’d feel knowing I was the one who’d hurt you.”
He was still thinking about her flinching from him? Sometimes she forgot how sensitive he could be.
“I didn’t think you were going to hit me, sweetheart,” she said, her voice muffled against his chest. “It was just an automatic reaction. It had nothing to do with you.”
“And everything to do with him .” Brian’s final word dripped with so much venom that Jeremy had likely just keeled over in jail from an unexplained case of poisoning.
“Jeremy is out of my life now.” But would he ever be entirely out of her head? He was definitely there less frequently than he had been even six months ago, but his presence in her thoughts still caught her off guard much more often than she’d like.
“Will you tell me what you did to make him sell your horse?” Brian asked.
She stiffened. She hated being thrown back into her past with Jeremy. She’d much rather bury it than stare it in the face.
“I gave a cute waiter at the country club a thirty percent tip after I went riding one day.”
Brian’s arms tightened around her. “That’s it?”
She pulled away and looked up into her husband’s gentle brown eyes.
“Jeremy took it as a sign that I wanted to be the guy’s whore. I didn’t even notice the guy was attractive until Jeremy started yelling at him for looking at me.”
“How did you stand living with that guy?”
Myrna shook her head. “I wasn’t living when I was with him,” she said. “I don’t think I really started living until I met you.”
His lips were trembling as he smiled. “Mrs. Sinclair, I do believe that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She laughed softly and slid her hands down his back so she could grab onto his firm ass with both hands. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You know what really sucks right now?” he asked.
She lifted an eyebrow at him. As far as she was concerned, nothing sucked about this tender moment in his arms. “What?”
“That I’m drenched and you’re perfectly dry.”
Uh oh.
“Brian, you wouldn’t,” she said as he lifted her into his strong arms.
He grinned down at her flushed face. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I might get hurt,” she reasoned.
“Nope,” he said, splashing into the surf until the waves were crashing against his thighs. “Just wet.”
She expected him to drop her into the ocean, but instead he sank down to sit in the water with her in his lap. His tight hold felt as if he didn’t want to let her go. But maybe he held her only because she had a death grip locked around his neck and he didn’t want to risk decapitation.
“We could have put on our swimsuits first,” Myrna said as she tugged at the legs of her capris, which were twisted uncomfortably around her thighs and calves.
“I thought we were being adventurous today.”
She snuggled up against his shoulder and then spit salty water out of her mouth as a rather aggressive wave washed over her face. “The concierge assured me that horseback riding was more romantic than skydiving.”
“Depends,” he said. “If we did a tandem dive, we might get in a quickie before we crashed to our deaths. Double suicides are intensely romantic.”
Another wave washed over Myrna’s face, and she sputtered. “Okay, I’m starting to think you’re trying to drown me.”
He tipped his head, studying her as if realizing for the first time that her head was lower than his. So while the waves were churning about his broad shoulders, they were
She actually did know how cool that was, but she was incredibly happy to see those two leave. She turned to Brian with a flippant comment about the other couple poised on her lips, but she found herself crushed against his chest before she could utter a single word.
“I would never hit you, Myrna. Not ever. You have to believe me. The thought of you being in pain tears me up inside. I can’t even imagine how I’d feel knowing I was the one who’d hurt you.”
He was still thinking about her flinching from him? Sometimes she forgot how sensitive he could be.
“I didn’t think you were going to hit me, sweetheart,” she said, her voice muffled against his chest. “It was just an automatic reaction. It had nothing to do with you.”
“And everything to do with him .” Brian’s final word dripped with so much venom that Jeremy had likely just keeled over in jail from an unexplained case of poisoning.
“Jeremy is out of my life now.” But would he ever be entirely out of her head? He was definitely there less frequently than he had been even six months ago, but his presence in her thoughts still caught her off guard much more often than she’d like.
“Will you tell me what you did to make him sell your horse?” Brian asked.
She stiffened. She hated being thrown back into her past with Jeremy. She’d much rather bury it than stare it in the face.
“I gave a cute waiter at the country club a thirty percent tip after I went riding one day.”
Brian’s arms tightened around her. “That’s it?”
She pulled away and looked up into her husband’s gentle brown eyes.
“Jeremy took it as a sign that I wanted to be the guy’s whore. I didn’t even notice the guy was attractive until Jeremy started yelling at him for looking at me.”
“How did you stand living with that guy?”
Myrna shook her head. “I wasn’t living when I was with him,” she said. “I don’t think I really started living until I met you.”
His lips were trembling as he smiled. “Mrs. Sinclair, I do believe that’s the most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.”
She laughed softly and slid her hands down his back so she could grab onto his firm ass with both hands. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You know what really sucks right now?” he asked.
She lifted an eyebrow at him. As far as she was concerned, nothing sucked about this tender moment in his arms. “What?”
“That I’m drenched and you’re perfectly dry.”
Uh oh.
“Brian, you wouldn’t,” she said as he lifted her into his strong arms.
He grinned down at her flushed face. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“I might get hurt,” she reasoned.
“Nope,” he said, splashing into the surf until the waves were crashing against his thighs. “Just wet.”
She expected him to drop her into the ocean, but instead he sank down to sit in the water with her in his lap. His tight hold felt as if he didn’t want to let her go. But maybe he held her only because she had a death grip locked around his neck and he didn’t want to risk decapitation.
“We could have put on our swimsuits first,” Myrna said as she tugged at the legs of her capris, which were twisted uncomfortably around her thighs and calves.
“I thought we were being adventurous today.”
She snuggled up against his shoulder and then spit salty water out of her mouth as a rather aggressive wave washed over her face. “The concierge assured me that horseback riding was more romantic than skydiving.”
“Depends,” he said. “If we did a tandem dive, we might get in a quickie before we crashed to our deaths. Double suicides are intensely romantic.”
Another wave washed over Myrna’s face, and she sputtered. “Okay, I’m starting to think you’re trying to drown me.”
He tipped his head, studying her as if realizing for the first time that her head was lower than his. So while the waves were churning about his broad shoulders, they were
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