“Okay, he’s heard enough,” Cara said, grabbing Coop’s arm and dragging him from the room.
Cara pulled the hotel door closed behind them with a click and walked silently down the hall. She waited until they were past the pool to ask the question that was pressing on her mind. Aunt Betty being on the island was curious enough, and she may never get the answer to that question, but the bag? That one she could easily enough figure out.
“What’s in the bag?”
Coop tossed his arm around Cara and handed it to her. “Take a look.”
Cara peered inside, and her cheeks heated as she pulled out a box of extra-large ribbed condoms. “Nice. She must think you’re hiding a bazooka in your shorts.”
Coop squeezed her shoulder and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “She knows it’s inevitable.”
“I wouldn’t be getting too cocky there, stud. She probably used a needle to poke holes in them.”
Coop pulled open the cabana door. His brows dipped. “Why would she do that? Is she hoping I knock you up?”
Yes. Not that Cara was about to explain. That was probably exactly what Aunt Betty had in mind. Damn woman. She didn’t want to have to explain why she’d made the comment, not that he’d understand. Coop wasn’t father material. Watching him with his nephew proved that. “When dealing with Aunt Betty, there’s no reason to her actions. It’s best to err on the side of caution.”
“Duly noted.” Coop tossed the box and the bag into the trash, walked across the room, and pulled out another box of condoms from the bedside table. “Perk of the honeymoon suite. They seemed to have it stocked.”
“I won the bet,” she announced.
“I know. I promised to be truthful.” He held her gaze as he answered. The color of his eyes deepened. “What do you want to know?”
Chapter Nine
Cara moistenedher lips as she pressed her back to the door, the coolness of the surface seeping through her shirt. An infinite number of questions swarmed her mind, but only one passed her lips. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“No, Cara.” Coop visibly swallowed. “I think you’re beautiful.”
“Are you saying that so I’ll sleep with you?”
His lips twitched. “No. I’m being honest, just like I promised.”
“Do you think my ability makes me a freak?”
Coop ran his hand through his hair as unease covered his face. He did. But would he be honest about it? She waited, unmoving. His answer determined how the next few days played out. Either they’d behaving sex hanging from the chandelier, or he’d be packing a pair of blue balls. She wouldn’t make it easy on him either.
Coop crossed the room and rested his palm on her cheek. “Ithinkthat you’re complicated. Ithinkthat it’s a shame you avoid physical contact. Ithinkthat you genuinely try to help people. Ithinkyou’ve proved enough for me to give you the benefit of the doubt. So the answer is no, Cara. I don’t think you’re a freak, just beautifully complicated.”
Beautifully complicated like a painting with brilliant colors or paint by numbers? It didn’t really matter which. That description really did fit.
A sensuous light passed between them. A delicate thread started to form between them. There was a tingle in her stomach and a jolt to her pulse. The startling fire blazing in his eyes heated her body as his gaze raked over her face and landed on her lips.
He wanted her, and she held the key to a night of naked Twister. All it would take is saying yes, and he’d ravish every inch of her body. She leaned into his touch and closed her eyes. No visions. Nothing. Why him? Why was he so special?
He was slowly breaking down her resolve, and he was right. No way could she handle six more days on the island with the looks he was giving her. No waycould she handle the sexual frustration. Damn him. No strings attached. Not seeing his secrets leveled the playing field more than she liked. Silently she realized that she relied on her ability of knowing, even more than she’d thought. What would her life have been without her special gift? Would she be married to the wrong man? How many more mistakes would she have made?
“You’re thinking too much.” Coop’s voice was a whisper against her ear.
His body was there for the taking. Just one word and they’d both find release. “Since you were honest with me, let me be honest with you.”
Coop kissed her neck. “Okay.”
His touch made it difficult to think as he pulled her body flush against his.
“I don’t date cops.”
“We aren’t dating.” He continued a path down her neck as he threaded his fingers through her hair.
