“Because I asked her to trade places with me.”
I rub at my forehead and search his face for answers.
“Joey,” he exhales, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You said this thing, whatever it is, between us?—”
“Sex.”
“Okay, sex.” He lets out a beleaguered sigh. “It can only last this week, right?” He frowns, then goes on. “As far as I’m concerned,” he caresses the inside of my thigh, right below my cutoffs, “it’s not enough time. So I asked Millie if I could steal you for the day. She mentioned you were going on a hike, so we switched places.”
“You Parent Trapped me?” I gasp.
“Sorta,” he laughs.
“Why didn’t you say anything last night or just ask to tag along?”
He drops his chin and cocks one brow.
Yeah. He and I both know I would have objected.
“Are you mad?” His voice is low, almost hesitant. “I can ask the driver to turn the car around if you don’t want me to come.”
Damn, this man is thoughtful, even if he’s a little conniving. And he’s gorgeous, even at seven a.m. His sturdy jaw is tight and his eyes are pleading. He toys with the fray of my shorts, peeking up just a little while he waits for my response.
I trace the top of his hand. “No. I’m not mad.”
I’m sure my cousin is perfectly fine, but I text her anyway.
Me
Are you Annie or Hallie in this scheme of yours?
Millie
You know I’m Meredith. You’ve seen Daddy Nick Parker
“Did you put on sunscreen?” Cam asks.
Our driver takes a switchback up the mountain too quickly, and I’m launched into Cam’s side. Instinctively, I grasp for purchase and find it when I dig my fingers into his thigh. With a grunt, I pull back like it’s scorched me.
“You can touch me, you know.”
“I know,” I mumble. “And yes, I put on sunscreen.”
He grasps my hand and sets it back on his thigh. “I like it when you touch me.”
A surge of warmth flows through my veins, so I lean in, bringing my lips to his earlobe. “Where do you like me touching you?” I capture his lobe in my teeth and tug for emphasis.
He groans when I pull away. “Don’t fucking start what you can’t finish, Josefine.”
“Who says I won’t finish?” I wink.
Adjusting his shorts, he clears his throat. “It looks like we’re here.”
The taxi comes to a stop next to a brick wall in an empty dirt lot.
“Are we sure this is the right place?” I ask.
“Nai,” the driver says, the Greek word foryes, which trips me up every time.
