Shoulders slumping, she sighs. “I guess you’re right.”
“What’s that?”
“I guess you’re—” Eyes narrowing, she picks up a pillow and throws it at my face. “Jerk.” She breaks into a smirk and plugs her phone into its charger. Then she commands me to look away.
As the bed dips from her weight, I close my eyes, even though my back remains toward her. “Get some rest.”
“Yeah, you too.”
For several minutes, we’re enveloped in the quiet of the night, the only sound the humming of the ceiling fan and the wind singing outside. Despite how exhausted I am, my mind races with thoughts of my dad and Kane.
“Hey, Millie?”
“Yeah?”
I swallow past the lump that’s formed in my throat. “Thanks for coming.”
“Good night, Ezra.”
10
Ezra
IFINDMillie on the lanai the next morning, barefoot and resting her elbows on the railing. Before she notices me, I steal an opportunity to ogle her plump ass, and when I finally join her, I’m met with a double rainbow arched over the ocean. The gorgeous sight hits me in the solar plexus, stealing the air from my lungs.
“Morning,” I say once I’ve regained the ability to breathe.
Millie startles, sloshing hot coffee over the side of her mug and onto her hand. “Shit. Ouch.” Shaking her hand out, she glares. “You scared me.”
Teeth gritted, I drag her by the wrist into the kitchen and flip on the faucet, letting the cold water soothe the sting. “Are you all right?” On instinct, I rub light circles over her soft flesh.
“I’m fine.” She yanks her hand back, as if my touch is hotter than the coffee, and wipes it on her white sundress. It’s linen and similar to the one she wore to my apartment, but this one hits mid-thigh and dips into a V in the middle, making it hard for me not to overtly ogle her again.
I take a step back and stuff my hands into my pockets. “Ifwe’re going to convince my dad we’re married, you can’t pull away when I touch you.”
“I wasn’t. I—” The words die on her lips, and she gives me a one-shoulder shrug.
“You look really nice, by the way.”
She adjusts the top of her dress, and her breasts rise and fall. Her tits are much bigger than they were in Greece. I was hoping the stupid pillow dam would self-destruct and I’d get a glimpse of them in the middle of the night, but no such luck.
Dammit, she’s talking to me, but I’m halfway to a hard-on and haven’t heard a word. “What’s that?”
“I said that I wore white, hoping it sends a subliminal message of matrimony. Newly wedded women love to wear white, don’t they? Or is that just a reality TV thing? Plus,” she says, holding out a tin of tea bags, “didn’t you tell your dad that this trip is a sort of honeymoon for us?”
“Right. Yes. Honeymoon.” I select a black tea and fill a mug with hot water from the kettle. The water instantly turns an oily reddish-brown. I hold back a sigh and make a mental note to pick up better quality tea while we’re out today. “You look very pretty.”
Shit, didn’t I already compliment her?
Her lips tip up on one side. “Look at you. Nailing this husband thing already.”
My chest goes tight at her assumption that I’m acting. “I—that wasn’t?—”
She spins away and pours herself another cup of coffee.
Giving up on my explanation, I pull a bowl of fruit from the refrigerator and set it on the counter.
Millie sidles up beside me, sipping her coffee, and plucks a piece from the pile, examining its dark purple skin. “Is this a plum?”
