That had killed Corbin’s whole plan. He’d assumed asking would work, and when cash didn’t, they had to really work for it.
So, they were forced to walk up the beach that surrounded the resort until they saw them.
Oh, and they absolutely found the spectacle that was a relaxed Fed bear.
The one man was lying on a lounger outside a hotel room. He was wearing his sunglasses, and a banana hammock as he chilled out in the nice breeze coming from the ocean.
And the man was practically dick out.
Holy shit.
That swimsuit, if it could be called that, was scandalous, and covered absolutelyNOTHING.
There was a reason Ethan called him‘big guy’, and it wasn’t because he was bulky.
That was for damn sure.
As they approached, Corbin was grinning wickedly, and now, he was going to have some fun.
It was time to poke a bear, and make him cranky to the point he was scowling.
God.
He loved it when he got angsty.
As he approached, the man was wearing sunglasses, so he couldn’t see his eyes, but from the direction of his head, Corbin knew one thing.
He wasn’t so much focused on Corbin and Will, as much as he was watching the water.
When Corbin glanced over, that’s when he found the other man.
Ethan was frolicking in the waves, having some fun, and it was clear that Gene was making sure he was safe. Well, no big shock there.
Someone was still on duty.
“Hey, Dad,” Corbin said, grinning.
Gene didn’t flinch.
“Hey, Crotch Goblin. Finally found us, huh?” he asked, ruining his fun. “Bet the concierge wasn’t much help. I tip better than you.”
That caught him off guard.
Corbin paused.
“Wait. What?” he asked, staring at the man, who still hadn’t looked at him.
Gene would have laughed, but he was watching Ethan get out of the water, and like he thought, the tiny banana hammock was see-through. The white material disappeared against his tan skin.
Holy shit.
That right there fueled more plans for the week, and even erased any irritation he might have, seeing Corbin there. Let him have his fun.
Gene was going to be having his all week long.
“I think you heard me, Corbin. Next time you want to sneak up on people, beat them to the location, scout it out, and be prepared. That’s rule seventeen.”
Huh?
