Then we began.
6
SPENCER
From the minute I got back to my room, after spending the day doing Coyote shit, I started planning for my night with Soleil. We had talked about a lot of things, but we hadn’t talked about former relationships or exes. I didn’t know how she was used to being treated; all I knew was how I planned to treat her.
One of the concierges had sent up a staff member with a tablecloth, candle holders, and candles. She’d even ordered a vase of flowers and a bottle of tequila for me. The staff member had been kind enough to set the table and light the candles while I took a shower. A different staff member had gone into town and picked up the food—crab cakes, baked potatoes, and roasted broccolini. I had just finished transferring the food from the take-out containers to the plates and covered both plates with a cloche when there was a knock on my door.
I opened it for her with a smile already on my face. I hadn’t seen her since our morning run. I missed her.
She returned my smile with one of her own. “Hey.”
I pulled her into a hug. “What’s up?” When I released her, I led her into the room.
“Wow.” She did a 360-degree turn. “This is nice. Look at you, big baller. What is this, a two-bedroom suite?”
“Nah,” I said with a chuckle. “It’s a one-bedroom suite. And trust me, this is not me balling. I wouldn’t ball out for a team event. I would take whatever the team provided on their dime. This is my godmother. She upgraded me as an extra thank you for doing this for her.”
“Your godmother sounds really sweet.”
“She is. You hungry?”
“I could eat.” I led her to the balcony where the table was set up. “Wow. This view. I feel like you can see all the way to Miami from here.”
I laughed lightly.
“The beach. The ocean. The palm trees. It’s so pretty here.” She finally looked away from the view and seemed to notice the table for the first time. “Oh my goodness. Look at this. It’s gorgeous. Who did this for you?”
I feigned minor offense. “You think I can’t do something like this?”
“Did you?”
“I requested it.”
She giggled. “That is not the same, Spence. But whoever did it did a really good job.”
“Sit down.” She did. I sat across from her. “Tell me about your day.”
“Golf is hard.” She pouted, and I laughed loud as hell. “It’s especially hard when you’re well-endowed.” Her hands came up and cupped her sizable breasts. For a moment, I wished like hell that I was her hands. “It was awkward and hard, but not so awkward and hard that I wouldn’t do it again. I might actually set up lessons for myself when I get home. It worked out well for me that I scheduled my facial after spending all that time doing manual labor in the sun.”
I chortled. “Golf was the manual labor, right? I wanna make sure I’m following.”
“Yes, golf was the manual labor. And having my face cleansed, caressed, and pampered after that was exactly what I needed. Lunch was delicious, and that nap? That was top-tier.”
I smiled.
“How was your day?”
“We took helicopters to Miami to visit the hospital that Beckenbracken is using as his inspiration for the wing he wants to fund over at Immaculate Angels. That shit was ass and boring as hell. I got stuck next to Wilcox during the presentation, and that was ass. We went to lunch at what had to be the most ostentatious restaurant on this island. The food was good, but the conversation?—”
She cut me off. “Let me guess. It was ass?” We both laughed. “Sounds like your day wasn’t so great.”
I pierced her with my gaze. “It’s starting to look up.”
She blushed. “I’m glad.” I watched her lift the cloche. “Oh my goodness. You got me crab cakes.”
“You said they’re your favorite meal.”
