Jase chuckled behind me. “Ten? I was gonna say five.”
I groaned, burying my face against his chest. “You’re both crazy.”
“Insatiable,” Dylan corrected, reaching for a water bottle from the table. “And that’s your fault.”
Sunlight filteredthrough the balcony curtains, and for a moment I basked in its warmth.
Room service trays filled with pancakes, eggs, bacon, fruit, and pastries covered half the dining table. The guys had practically ordered half the menu.
Jase handed me a piece of bacon. “Eat. You burned a lot of calories last night.”
I snorted. “You two did most of the work.”
Dylan raised an eyebrow. “We call that teamwork, Princess.”
They’d done a good job too, if the lingering soreness in all the best places was anything to go by.
For a few minutes, we ate in comfortable silence, but the mood dimmed slightly when Dylan glanced toward the windows. “We can’t go anywhere today, can we?”
I grimaced. “Probably not. The press already knows I’m in LA. If we step outside together, I’ll be trending online within ten minutes.”
Jase sighed. “So we’re trapped.”
Dylan nudged him. “Oh no. Forced to stay in a hotel room with a gorgeous woman. Whatever will we do?”
“That’s not what I meant,” Jase grumbled. “I just meant it’d be nice if one day the three of us could go somewhere together.”
The sentence hung between us.
I touched his knee. “I know. I hate how complicated everything is.”
Dylan stretched his arm across the back of my chair, his fingers brushing my shoulder. “What if we went somewhere no one could bother us?”
I blinked. “Like where?”
“Somewhere private,” he suggested. “Somewhere with our own space. Maybe a place with a private beach and no paparazzi around.”
Jase nodded. “Yes. Somewhere they can’t find us, even if they try.”
My heart fluttered. The idea was tempting, yet felt impossible. “I would love that. But the rest of this month and next are packed. There’s Thanksgiving with my family, followed by a bunch of White House events for the holidays.”
Both guys deflated slightly.
“But …” I added, and their attention snapped back to me instantly. “If we plan ahead, we could maybe do something for New Year’s Eve.”
“Say no more.” Dylan grabbed his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Looking up ideas that fit what we’re looking for.”
I laughed as Jase rattled off all the requirements for whichever place we chose.
Finally, Dylan turned his screen toward me. “This one. St. John Island. It’s a villa with a private beach, no neighbors, an infinity pool, and even a small gym.”
“Sounds perfect,” Jase noted.
I knew the whole idea was likely to create a logistical nightmare for my security detail, but that didn’t stop me from wanting to go.
