bottle, then passed it back. âeHarmony can suck it.â
âOkay, so we have
one
thing in common. But where do we go from here?â
âIs this a rhetorical question? Weâre naked, in bed, and rehydrating. To quote the little bronze plate by the front door, âDonât Play Koi.ââ
Brighton laughed and spilled a droplet of Gatorade on the pillowcase. âOops. No, I mean, what happens in the cold light of day tomorrow? We canât keep the whole drive-through chapel and mind-blowing-sex thing going indefinitely.â
âWhy not? If you want to spend the rest of the summer jetting around the world and drinking champagne, we can make that happen.â
She pondered the prospect for a moment. It sounded like adream come trueâfor someone else. âWhat about you? Donât you have to work?â
âDonât worry about me. Focus on making your screw-up summer worthy of its name.â
She sat up and kissed him, heedless of his stubble. Somehow, Jake Sorensen even made beard burn feel good.
And maybe that was okay. Maybe, just for a week or two (or three), she could abandon her ten-year plan and let herself follow her heart. Maybe now was the right time.
When you know, you know.
âFourteen days and no regrets.â She spilled another drop of orange liquid on the pristine white sheets. She didnât apologize or race to the bathroom for a washcloth dipped in cold water. She let the stain set and kept kissing her new husband, who tasted like intrigue and Gatorade. âBut just tell me one thing: Why me? Why now?â
He gathered her up in his arms and her whole body melted against him. âWhy not?â
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By the time the moon crested over the dark horizon, Brighton was completely relaxed, completely blissful, and completely exhausted.
âDo you need anything?â Jake asked. âWater? Trail mix? A protein bar?â
âSleep.â She snuggled into the pile of fluffy pillows.
âIâm going to shower.â He kissed the top of her head as he rolled out of bed. âFeel free to pass out.â
The steady noise of waves crashing on the shore lulled her to sleep, but just as her eyes fluttered closed, her phone beeped.
She groped for her cell and peered through the darkness at the text from Kira:
Just making sure youâre still alive. Sometimes the charming ones turn out to be sociopaths.
Brighton hit âcall back.â As soon as Kira answered, Brighton demanded to know, âWhy are you still awake?â
âOh good, youâre not dead.â Kira sounded more amused than relieved. âSometimes I have trouble sleeping. And when that happens, I like to stay up and obsess about worst-case scenarios that will probably never happen.â
âLike Jake Sorensen being a duplicitous sociopath?â
âExactly like that.â
âWell, heâs not. But even if he was?
Worth it
.â Brighton was wide-awake again. âI need a new word, Kira. Lust, limerance, longing . . . itâs all of that to the tenth power.â
âNice.â
âHe
is
nice,â Brighton confided. âYes, heâs the physical equivalent of a Dolce and Gabbana cologne ad and he has a mansion on the beach and an apparently bottomless supply of orange Gatoradeââ
âWhat?â
âNever mind. He has what he has and he looks how he looks, but he seems like a genuinely nice guy.â Brighton paused. âNot a duplicitous sociopath. And not one of those guys who
pretends
to be nice so he can manipulate you into putting up with his bad behavior.â
âAn important distinction,â Kira agreed.
Brighton nibbled her lower lip as she gazed up at the whitewashed ceiling beams.
âBut . . . ,â Kira prompted.
âBut I have no idea who he actually is.â
âDid you Google?â
âOf course I Googled!â
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