Ryan leans forward, grinning as if he’s been waiting for this exact moment. “Claire and I walked in just as you were on one knee in that ridiculous propeller hat and a flamingo floaty. You looked so loved up, Reyes. I thought you were actually proposing for real.”
The guys laugh, and Jax claps me on the back. “Ryan said you had full heart eyes the whole time. Said Sienna screamed ‘yes’ and jumped on you like it was the real deal.”
I feel my ears heat, but I keep my expression casual. “It was just the dare. Part of the bingo card.”
Ryan snorts. “Sure. Because when I fake-propose to someone, I always look at them like they hung the moon and the stars. You were gone, Reyes. Totally gone.”
“And when haveyouever fake proposed to someone?” I quirk a brow.
He fumbles over his own words. “Well… I… never. But?—”
“Ryan’s not wrong, you know,” Ethan interrupts, chuckling. “You two have been glued together all week. And the way you look at her… it’s not ‘just fun’ anymore, is it?”
I take a slow sip of water, trying to dislodge the lump in my throat. “We’re having a good time. She’s… easy to be around.”
“Easy to be around?” Ryan raises an eyebrow and snorts. “The way you were with her last night, that wasn’t ‘easy to be around.’ That was ‘I’m down bad and not coming up for air anytime soon.’”
“She’s different, is all.” I say finally, keeping my voice even.
Ethan studies me for a second, then grins. “Different enough that you can’t stop thinking about her?”
I ignore him because I don’t have an answer. He’s right, as always. I can’t stop thinking about her. Not after this morning. Not after I wanted to bend her over the kitchen table and fuck her senseless.
The conversation drifts to other things, but my mind keeps drifting back to Sienna. I wonder what she’s talking about with the girl right now. Whether she’s laughing. Whether she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her. Whether she’s as tangled up in this as I am.
“He’s daydreaming about her now,” Ethan teases, nudging my shoulder with his elbow. “Look at him. Totally zoned out and in Sienna land.”
I grumble and throw a crumpled napkin at him. “Shut up.”
Ryan leans forward, wiggling his brows. “You’re thinking about her, aren’t you? Admit it, Reyes.”
Jax joins in, laughing. “Yeah, Reyes. Admit it. You’ve been staring at your phone every five minutes like you’re waiting for her to text you or something.”
“Or thinking about what he’s going to fly her in next.” Ethan grins, clearly enjoying himself way too much.
It’s silent for a beat. Two. Three. Then the questions start pouring in.
“What do you meanflyher in?” Jax suddenly sits up, pushing his sunglasses onto his forehead. “What did you have flown in for her, Mr. Billionaire?”
Ethan, the traitor, leans back in his lounger with a smug smile and takes a sip of his beer. “She mentioned a pair of heels once. Justmentionedthem. And he had them flown in from the same store where she saw them in New York.”
Ryan blinks, mouth hanging open. “You’re fucking with us.”
“Nope,” Ethan replies cheerfully. “Tell them, Milo.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the smile tugging at my lips. “You’re all assholes.”
Ryan lets out a low whistle. “Whipped doesn’t even come close to what he is. Reyes is so far beyond whipped it’s insane.”
Jax shakes his head. “Man, I’ve seen you close million-dollar deals without blinking, and you’re out here flying in shoes because a girl mentioned them once? That’s next level. What is this vacation doing to you?”
“It wasn’t a big deal,” I mutter, even though it kind of was. I’d seen the way Sienna’s eyes had lit up when she talked about them. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “She liked them. I wanted her to have them.”
Ethan snorts. “He says it wasn’t a big deal like he didn’t have his assistant fly them in so they wouldn’t get lost. Reyes, you’re downbad.”
Ryan leans forward, elbows on his knees. “So what else have you done? Private helicopter rides? Bought out a jewelry store? Renamed a yacht after her yet?”
I throw a crumpled napkin at him. “Shut up. It was just shoes.”
