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what to think.”
He ambled to her dress and plucked the papers from the couch.
Janie shot forward. “Oh, don’t read those.”
He plopped to the couch, holding the papers away from her. “No, I think this will be fun.” He patted his lap. “Come on. I wanna see what you had to say.”
“ They’re horrid. One’s a thank you note and I don’t know what the other is. Bad Jane Austen, I guess. I gave up before I got too far.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her across him, encircling her in his arms as he unwrinkled the first page. He chuckled as he read the first. “I take it this is the thank you note?”
She fidgeted and tried to at least make sure she didn’t crush his thighs with her weight. “I’m quite good at those.”
“ I see that.” He tossed it to the side and opened the other.
The soft swoosh of ocean waves filled the quiet. Too much quiet.
Janie pushed against Zade’s shoulder to stand.
Zade tightened his arms around her and shuttled his thumb beside her hasty scribbles. “Did you mean it?”
Last night meant everything.
She swallowed, the back of her throat and tongue dry enough to make the process a challenge. Either she played it cool, or told him the truth. Considering she’d likely never see him again, pride over truth seemed cowardly. And the night really had been a tremendous gift. “A bit melodramatic in delivery, but yes.”
He set the paper aside more carefully than the first, then stretched out beside her on the couch. Zade lay partly over her, his legs tangled with hers. He traced her jawline, gaze moving over her face in a slow, leisurely glide. “I went to get you breakfast.”
And she’d naturally thought the worst. “I shouldn’t have assumed you’d left so quickly.”
His thumb ghosted across her lip. “Says more about you than it does about me, babe.” His grin whipped back into place. “Though I’ll learn my lesson and be sure I leave a note next time.”
Next time. Stupid to pounce on such a small comment so quickly, but her heart practically skipped at the idea. “You got me breakfast?”
His eyelids grew weighted and his gaze locked on her lips. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night. Besides—” He rolled back and pulled a brochure from his pocket. “I need to keep you fed if we’re gonna make it through today.”
“ What’s that?”
He flipped the emerald green paper over and showed the main caption.
Mayan Catamaran Paradise Tours
“ You said you wanted to explore.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Welcome to day two of your personalized tour experience.”
The wide sailboat with its blue and white sails lifted on a wave and dropped in a graceful swoop. Ocean water misted Janie’s back and cooled her hot skin. Thank God, Zade had remembered the high-octane sunscreen. Mexico’s late afternoon sun wasn’t something to trifle with beachside. Splayed out on the trampoline surface between the boat’s two hulls, her redhead fair skin was a lightning rod for extra crispy trouble. Especially considering how the skin on display hadn’t seen the sun in ages.
How Zade had talked her into wearing a bikini, she still couldn’t figure out. She’d bought and packed two at McKenna’s insistence, but never actually thought she’d wear one. Now here she was, on her stomach, back straps untied, and at Zade’s mercy for re-tying them.
The trampoline shifted and a shadow slanted over her.
“ You still with me?” Zade stretched out on his side next to her, head propped on one hand. The wind had turned his unruly hair into something straight from a surfer god’s playbook, and his tan made his white teeth and blue eyes all the more impressive.
“ I’m with you.” She motioned toward her back. “Tie me back up so I can flip over.”
“ Flip over without it.”
“ I will not.” She craned her neck over one shoulder toward the man steering their boat. Private tour or not, she wasn’t going for no tan lines with an
He ambled to her dress and plucked the papers from the couch.
Janie shot forward. “Oh, don’t read those.”
He plopped to the couch, holding the papers away from her. “No, I think this will be fun.” He patted his lap. “Come on. I wanna see what you had to say.”
“ They’re horrid. One’s a thank you note and I don’t know what the other is. Bad Jane Austen, I guess. I gave up before I got too far.”
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her across him, encircling her in his arms as he unwrinkled the first page. He chuckled as he read the first. “I take it this is the thank you note?”
She fidgeted and tried to at least make sure she didn’t crush his thighs with her weight. “I’m quite good at those.”
“ I see that.” He tossed it to the side and opened the other.
The soft swoosh of ocean waves filled the quiet. Too much quiet.
Janie pushed against Zade’s shoulder to stand.
Zade tightened his arms around her and shuttled his thumb beside her hasty scribbles. “Did you mean it?”
Last night meant everything.
She swallowed, the back of her throat and tongue dry enough to make the process a challenge. Either she played it cool, or told him the truth. Considering she’d likely never see him again, pride over truth seemed cowardly. And the night really had been a tremendous gift. “A bit melodramatic in delivery, but yes.”
He set the paper aside more carefully than the first, then stretched out beside her on the couch. Zade lay partly over her, his legs tangled with hers. He traced her jawline, gaze moving over her face in a slow, leisurely glide. “I went to get you breakfast.”
And she’d naturally thought the worst. “I shouldn’t have assumed you’d left so quickly.”
His thumb ghosted across her lip. “Says more about you than it does about me, babe.” His grin whipped back into place. “Though I’ll learn my lesson and be sure I leave a note next time.”
Next time. Stupid to pounce on such a small comment so quickly, but her heart practically skipped at the idea. “You got me breakfast?”
His eyelids grew weighted and his gaze locked on her lips. “Figured you’d be hungry after last night. Besides—” He rolled back and pulled a brochure from his pocket. “I need to keep you fed if we’re gonna make it through today.”
“ What’s that?”
He flipped the emerald green paper over and showed the main caption.
Mayan Catamaran Paradise Tours
“ You said you wanted to explore.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Welcome to day two of your personalized tour experience.”
The wide sailboat with its blue and white sails lifted on a wave and dropped in a graceful swoop. Ocean water misted Janie’s back and cooled her hot skin. Thank God, Zade had remembered the high-octane sunscreen. Mexico’s late afternoon sun wasn’t something to trifle with beachside. Splayed out on the trampoline surface between the boat’s two hulls, her redhead fair skin was a lightning rod for extra crispy trouble. Especially considering how the skin on display hadn’t seen the sun in ages.
How Zade had talked her into wearing a bikini, she still couldn’t figure out. She’d bought and packed two at McKenna’s insistence, but never actually thought she’d wear one. Now here she was, on her stomach, back straps untied, and at Zade’s mercy for re-tying them.
The trampoline shifted and a shadow slanted over her.
“ You still with me?” Zade stretched out on his side next to her, head propped on one hand. The wind had turned his unruly hair into something straight from a surfer god’s playbook, and his tan made his white teeth and blue eyes all the more impressive.
“ I’m with you.” She motioned toward her back. “Tie me back up so I can flip over.”
“ Flip over without it.”
“ I will not.” She craned her neck over one shoulder toward the man steering their boat. Private tour or not, she wasn’t going for no tan lines with an
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