Devin didn’t know whether to laugh, give her a hug, or throttle her, so he settled on kissing her cheek, grateful his friend was so observant. “Thanks. I owe you.”
“Nah, now we’re even,” she replied, then gave Paul a wink. “You’re the first man he’s ever brought here. I had a feeling it meant something special.”
Paul glanced at Devin, but his expression didn’t give away his thoughts. “It very well might,” he said, turning his attention back to Cass.
“Go on, then, have fun,” she said with an amusingly maternal smile. “Checkout is at eleven, so you should get back to the dock in plenty of time.” She made a shooing motion toward the stairs that led up to the hotel rooms above the restaurant.
Devin squeezed Paul’s hand. “Ready?” he asked. “No second thoughts?”
“No.” Paul twined his fingers with Devin’s and offered a reassuring smile. “I trust you, and I want this.”
“So do I,” Devin replied, leaning in to give Paul’s lips a swift but firm kiss. “Let’s go.”
With that, he led Paul up the stairs, eager to find out just how high the flames between them would burn.
