He narrowed his eyes again. “You make it sound like something bad. It wasn’t a one-sided thing, if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s older and just got out of a divorce, and she didn’t want more than a physical relationship either.”
“She knows you’re not in New York anymore?”
“She does. I told her before I left.”
“Well, if she’s calling you when she thinks you’re three-thousand miles away, it doesn’t sound like she’sonlyinterested in something physical.”
“Actually…” He sipped his cappuccino. “I’d told her I was going to be out in California for a while. She works in sales and was calling to let me know she’s going to be in the LA area next week for a business trip. She was seeing if I’d be interested in meeting up. So, I believe her callwasfor something physical, not to shoot the shit. Though it’s a moot point since I’m here.”
My stomach twisted. “Would you have met her if we were still in California?”
“That’s irrelevant because we aren’t.”
“But if we werethere…”
“Even if we were, I’m responsible for your safety twenty-four-seven on this job.”
The wordjobfelt like a smack in the face, and I felt my skin heat. I stood. “I’m sorry if yourjobgets in the way of your sex life.” I turned and went straight to my room.
An hour later, I was still lying on my bed feeling prickly when Wes knocked on my door. “What?”
He opened the door. “Put a bathing suit on and pack a bag. I made plans for us.”
I frowned. “I’m not in the mood.”
“How the hell do you know if you’re in the mood when I haven’t even told you what the plans are?”
“Because I’m not in the mood to do anything.”
“Welp. Too bad, because I already made the plans, and I had to pay for things upfront. So, find a way to get in the mood.”
I gave him my best pissed-off look.
Wes chuckled. “Is that the best you can do? Sweetheart, I work for some scary-ass men. Now lose the mood and get a bathing suit on.”
“Do whatever you made plans to do by yourself.”
He sighed. “Don’t make me carry your ass down to the car. It might give poor Natalia and Mario next door a heart attack.”
“Fine. Get out so I can change.”
He smirked. “Since you asked so nicely…”
***
Half an hour later, we pulled up at a small marina. “What are we doing here?”
“I rented us a boat,” Wes said. “I read about these caves we can snorkel in that are only a ten-minute boat ride.”
“Do you know how to drive a boat?”
He nodded. “My uncle had one out on Long Island. He taught me. We used to go clamming all the time. I’m pretty sure he only taught me because then he could drink beer all day while I drove the boat, but we always had a good time anyway.”
“I’ve never snorkeled.”
“It’s easy. I’ll teach you. I rented equipment from the guy who rents the boats.”
I hesitated, but eventually I got out of the car. “If I have a panic attack in the water, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
