“I can.” Luca grinned. “You’re a natural. You’re gonna kick butt in Puerto Rico.”
She lay her head on his chest. “Are you going to miss Boston and being a cop?”
“Nope. Not for a second. Besides, most of my family is going to be living there, so it’ll be just like home, except with sunshine and palm trees.”
“And don’t forget the noisy gatherings and your father joking and your mom cooking all the time.”
“It’ll be awesome.”
“I know it will.”
“But we can always slip away if they get on our nerves.”
“Hmm…and what would we slip away to do?”
He flipped her over onto her back and proceeded to show her.
* * *
Three months later, in Puerto Rico…
Dawn dropped her keys on the console beside the front door and kicked off her sandals. Padding into the kitchen, she opened the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of iced tea. She poured herself a tall glass and took a few much-needed sips to cool down. With a sigh, she pressed the cold glass to her forehead, then opened the fridge again in search of the leftover tapas from the night before.
Two strong arms circled her waist from behind. “You’re out of luck,” a beloved male voice said softly.
She sighed and leaned back against the muscular chest. “Ah, the fridge bandit has struck again. I guess I’ll have to get tougher on him next time.”
“What do you plan on doing?”
She turned in his arms and looked into those gorgeous blue eyes that never ceased to make her heart do backflips. His eyes looked even more blue against his tan. “I’ll have to think of a new punishment.”
His eyebrows shot up, and a slow grin spread across his face. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
“What kind of punishment?”
“Hmm…” She tapped her lips with the tip of her index finger. “This is going to take a bit of time.”
“Well, we have about an hour before we have to leave.”
“That should be more than enough time for what I have planned.”
He leaned in and kissed her, and for a few moments, she was lost. Until her cell phone beeped. “Darn.”
“Don’t get that.” He moved down her neck, nibbling as he went.
“I have to. It could be Gran.”
“She’s fine. She’s at Mom and Dad’s.”
“I know, but she told me she was bringing her new friend, and she wanted my help picking out an outfit.”
Luca sighed and stepped back. “You know, this whole living happily ever after on an island with our families isn’t as carefree as I thought it would be.”
Dawn grinned as she reached for her phone and answered. “Hi, Gran.”
“Honey, it’s down to two outfits, and I can’t decide between the yellow-flowered print dress or my turquoise skirt and the white peasant blouse.”
