Sabrina
Tell me he has geckos in your room and not the feral GOATS that roam this island.
I swear on my reputation as a Kingston that he does not have goats in this room. And I think he’s screwing with me so that I get out of his way and leave him alone.
Sabrina
I’m going to chalk up that assumption to your long travel day. Go take a shower. I’m not letting Theo out of this room, and if he does come out, I promise to not murder him. For Emma’s sake. I don’t promise to not invade the room and figure out what the hell he’s doing in there, but I do promise to not murder him. Okay?
We need to talk in person soon instead of texting from ten feet apart.
Sabrina
Agreed. Go shower. I’ll be here.
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Theo
Laney takesa million hours in the shower, and when she finally emerges, she’s in shorts and a tank top.
No bra.
And the shorts areshort, which show off the slender legs hiding under her ass.
I’m staring at her ass—swear to god, even herassis sophisticated—as she heads to the main door of my suite, opens it, and pulls Sabrina Sullivan inside.
If Emma’s the smart one of the trio they formed when Em skipped second grade and joined us in third grade when the rest of us were eight, Delaney’s the perfect one, and Sabrina’s the green-eyed, red-haired fun one.
Sabrina’s also the biggest gossip in all of Snaggletooth Creek.
She knows things she shouldn’t.
But she can also keep a secret. Most of the time. Unless it’s beneficial for her tonotkeep the secret.
Which is what has me on edge as she surveys me with a cool glance. “Theo. Lovely to see you and your underwear.”
I have a babysitter, and now I have the town gossip way too close to my kittens.
I’m in paradise and it fucking sucks. “Sabrina. Missed you at the pool.”
Her nose lifts a quarter-inch in the air. “I was having my own fun.”
Yep.
She’s still pissed at me.
She’ll get over it. Or she won’t. But since helping with her problem would make bigger problems for me, she’s gonna have to find another solution.
“We’re going out for a little dinner,” Laney says, clearly avoiding looking at me and my underwear. “Back in a bit.” She gives me a finger wave, grabs Sabrina, and the two of them slip out the door.
I give it a minute, head to the door, and look out the peephole.
Yep.
They’re whispering right outside.
Perfect.
