“Okay, okay.”
“So, how do you want to play this?” Heath asked when Evan met him in the living room a moment later.
How did he want to…? Oh. Right.
“I mean, wearemarried.”
“What about my shyness and kissing you in front of the justice?”
He laughed. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me kiss you that night. I had to say something to preserve my ego.”
What would have happened if he had kissed him? Would the previous week have played out differently?
“You’ll definitely lose your shot at Izzy if your tongue is down my throat for the rest of the trip.”
“My shot? Are you serious?”
Heath’s eyebrows knitted together. “Yes?”
Evan reached for Heath’s arm and pulled him closer. “Just to be clear, I flirt with Isabella because it’s fun and annoys her. I know she’s not interested.”
Heath’s mouth twitched into a brief but pleased smile before returning to seriousness. “But… you’ve been so persistent.”
“Yes, because it’s fun. If she wanted me to stop, she’d have hit me with an oar by now.” Heath’s lips quirked upward, and Evan knew he was picturing it. “I’m glad that amuses you.”
“It does.” Heath pulled the keys from Evan’s hand and jogged out the door.
“Ah, okay. Now I get it. This was all a ploy to drive the golf cart.”
Heath’s eyebrow arched upward. “Yes, I deploy some of my best moves for golf cart privileges.”
“Only some of them?”
A smile crept across his face. “My bag of tricks isn’t empty yet.”
“You’resureyou don’t want room service?”
Heath started the cart and pointed at the seat next to him. “A little dinner and socializing in the fresh air will be good for us. I’ll service whatever you want later.”
chapter 25
. . .
“There you are!”
Isabella beamed at them from the table she was sharing with Olivia and Nate, who toasted their arrival with a raising of their wineglasses.
“The hero of the day!” Nate announced, rising and shaking Evan’s hand.
“Everything okay? We were worried when you disappeared.” Olivia asked, her eyes pinning Heath to the cobblestones. A prickle of heat crawled across the back of his neck.
“Was a pretty intense afternoon. Took all day to work it out,” Evan answered, and Heath choked on his own spit.
“We’re doing more intimate tables tonight. I hope you two don’t mind.”
A look passed between Olivia and Isabella that made Heath’s eyes roll. Every other meal had been family style, but tonight of all nights they’d broken the clifftop patio overlooking the sea into small groups of two to four, and there was only one table left. A table for two, set back away from the bulk of the diners.
“All the way over there?” Evan got a gleam in his eye that made Heath’s knees weak. “We’ll try to behave ourselves.”
