“It’s a family,” he agreed. “Which, apparently, means something,” he added with a little self-deprecating laugh.
“You know what family means. Look at how much you’ve sacrificed for Dixon. And how much he looks up to you.”
“Wouldn’t go that far.”
“Because you’re not looking close enough. He totally sees you as his cool older brother.”
“He’s a good kid. Gotten stubborn lately.”
“Gee, wonder where that came from?” I teased.
“Smart ass,” he said, but his eyes were warm.
“Do you think there’s a TV in the bedroom?”
“I’m not entertaining enough for you, huh?”
“I don’t know how I’m going to sleep on the ocean,” I admitted. “Might need the background noise.”
“Pretty sure Zayn would make sure the place has all the luxuries.”
He wasn’t wrong.
Because after we both finished eating, we went in search of the primary bedroom. But, first, we came across a smaller bedroom with two beds. And both those beds? Absolutely covered in bags from stores. Not just your regular stores, either. The designer kind.
“Considering I’m potentially costing him millions of dollars, he’s being really generous.”
“They’re going to find the guns. They’re close now.”
“I hope so,” I agreed, walking over toward one of the bags and reaching in.
“What do you got?”
“Underwear,” I said. “The pretty kind,” I added, flashing a lacy thong at him.
“Not complaining about that.”
“And a bathing suit in this one. Tops, bottoms, even socks.” I couldn’t rifle through the bags fast enough. Did I need all new designer stuff? No. Was it still nice to get them? Absolutely. “Hair care products. Makeup. God, these toothbrushes even look expensive.”
Caymen got similar bags of everything he could possibly need. Not for a few night. For weeks.
“I don’t think I’ve gotten so many new clothes in my whole life as I have in the past two days.”
“Where are we even going to put all this stuff?”
“Right here sounds good,” he said, dropping a pair of shorts back into the bag. “Wanna find the bed?”
“Yes. Just one second,” I said, ripping off my shirt then pushing down my shorts.
“Fuck,” Caymen said, looking both heated and exhausted.
“Don’t worry. I’m too achy for anything fun right now,” I told him.
“Makes me feel like an idiot for sayingThank fuck, but thank fuck.”
I pulled the silky champagne-colored nightgown over my body then followed Caymen out of the spare room.
The primary bedroom was about three steps up from there.
