That answer doesn’t surprise me at all.
I gesture to the book. “Find anything?”
“No. More of what’s in the other journal.My pirate rival ruined my life. These dudes—not a lot of depth. Just a lot ofgimme gimme gimme.”
“I really thought the treasure would be at the waterfall, but the more I think about it, the less sense that makes. Why hide it by water? The area would be prone to flooding, and that could wash it away or expose it.”
He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Go back to sleep. We’ll solve it in the morning.”
I sigh and snuggle closer to him.
He shifts so he can wrap an arm around me, then kisses my forehead again.
This, my heart whispers.This is how good relationships are supposed to feel.
And there I go.
Just like that.
Realizing that I’m falling hard for Davis.
Way to catch up, Sloane, my brain whispers.
Like it didn’t start when he kissed me back Saturday night. When he said that softwatch yourselfwhen Nigel started being Nigel in the museum.
When he sat with me after my house was tossed.
When he gave me a place to stay.
Made me popcorn.
Told my grandmother off.
Shared the stories behind his tattoos.
Trusted me with what he knows about the real history of Shipwreck and Sarcasm.
Gave me the orgasm of my life to put me to sleep without complaining about getting his too.
Making sure to replace the cinnamon roll he stole off my plate with two more this morning.
Being here.
Just being here.
I’m so screwed.
I’m not falling for Davis.
I’ve already fallen.
Hard.
When to him, this is all temporary.
For show.
A convenient partnership where both of us get what we want.
