I’ve never been more grateful for a sleep mask in my life. I allow myself a massive eye roll, and say, “Glad you got that squared away.”
“Mm hmm.”
The door to the nap room opens, and I push the mask off my eyes to see who it is. The bridesmaids walk in, wearing robes and looking blissed out.
“Mimosas by the spa pool to end the day?” Maren asks.
I’m up from the lounge chair quickly, ready to be away from this conversation with my sister. “Count me in.”
One mimosa before I head back to Klein sounds perfect.
I stepinto my bedroom at the house at the same time Klein comes from the bathroom. He wears powder blue shorts, no shirt, hair glistening with damp. Heat blooms in my chest at the mere sight of him. This man is criminally attractive.
A smile springs onto his face the second he sees me.
“How was fishing?” I ask, watching him run a hand through hair that is a shade darker than normal.
“Good. I caught two King Mackerel, and an Amberjack.”
“I don’t know what that means, but”—I raise two fists in the air and shake them—“yay.”
Klein grins. “Shane caught a small shark.”
“Fitting.”
“How was the spa?” Klein comes closer, and I tip my head up for a kiss. Like we are a couple, and I’m arriving home.
“It was the spa. My muscles that were relaxed from my massage are already bunching up again.” Probably due tothat conversation with Sienna. It’ll take more than a mimosa to work the irritation from my body.
A wicked gleam appears in Klein’s green eyes. “The massage wasn’t enough to relax you?” He takes a step toward me.
I back up playfully. He takes another step.
He wants to catch me? Well, guess what? I want to be caught.
“Unfortunately, the massage is only a temporary relaxation technique.” Another step back.
Klein grins devilishly. “Do you know of any other relaxation techniques with more lasting effects?”
“Possibly.” Another step. “You look like a predator.”
He’s close enough to grab me now. “You look like prey.”
My back meets the wall. My eyes widen, and Klein’s eyebrows lift once, dropping back down. “Gotcha.”
He leans in, nipping along my jaw, tasting my neck. “I missed you today. The ocean is bland compared to you.”
I laugh throatily. “It’s the ocean. Nothing can compare to that.”
He pulls back to look at me. “You do.”
My first inclination is to laugh off his words, to believe he can’t help but speak that way, but only two days ago he asked me to stop doing that. He asked me to believe that when he speaks like that, he means it.
So this time, I do.
“I missed you today. The nap room would’ve been way more fun with you.”
He quirks an eyebrow. “Nap room?”
