“Do you think he will?”
“No. I don’t.” His arms are crossed, but his face is alight with optimism.
“I think we should tell Kane.” I lean against the railing, mirroring his stance. “About us.”
Lowering his head, he sighs. “You’re probably right.”
“Come again?”
“You’re prob—” He straightens. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Millie.”
With a cackle, I punch him in the bicep, then I slip back inside.
“Where are my bathing suits?” I call from the bedroom. We’re headed out to pick up Kane for a waterfall hike with the hope that it will be the perfect setting to break it to him that we’re not really married. I pray it doesn’t affect their relationship.
“In your drawer.” Ezra comes out of the bathroom in light purple swim trunks and a white muscle tee. There are those juicy biceps, teasing me again. Why did his brother have to live in Hawaii? Why couldn’t he live in coastal Alaska, where it’s sweater weather?
“I only see the white one. Where are the others?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he says, pulling the tiny white string bikini from the drawer.
“Ezra Whatever-The-Fuck-Your-Middle-Name-Is Miller, give me my bathing suits back.” I hold out my hand.
“Not a chance.” He preens, his large frame towering over me.
“I’m not wearing that.”
“How about this?” With the suit looped over one finger, he swings it between us. “You wear the bikini, and I’ll give you another nipple orgasm.”
“What?” My cheeks flush instantly. “No. That was a one-time thing.”
“Pity.” He shrugs. “Fine. Pick what you want.”
I want the fucking nipple orgasm.
I worry my bottom lip, assessing him. “Okay… I’ll wear the damn bikini if you do karaoke.”
He smirks. “Easy. Done.”
I hold up a finger. “ButIget to choose the song.”
21
Ezra
“HOW LONG IS THIS HIKE?”Kane questions when we pile out of the car.
“Are you whining already?” Millie asks. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those sullen teenagers.” She bumps him with her hip.
“You two are something else.” Chuckling, I take the lead on the trail.
We trek in comfortable silence for several minutes, soaking in the beauty of the white butterfly ginger and birds of paradise lining the dirt path. Eventually I clear my throat and peer over my shoulder at Kane. “How’s driver’s ed going?”
“You’re taking driver’s ed?” Millie jumps in. “Gosh, I totally failed my driver’s test the first time.”
Kane laughs, and she playfully punches him in the arm.
“I definitely wasn’t driving at fifteen or sixteen in New York City,” I say.
