Saving Forever - Part 3 by Lexy Timms, B+r Publishing, Book Cover By Design

wanted him in a primal way. She stepped back, trying to get her brain to control her thoughts, not her body.
    He grabbed his golf bag and slung it over his other shoulder. “Shall we head to the hotel then?”
    “Where are we staying?”
    “A place called the Island Vista. You haven’t stayed there, have you?”
    She laughed. “Nope. It doesn’t ring a bell.” They walked through the terminal and headed toward the exit where the car rental signs led. “Do you plan on golfing?”
    “I thought you’d be game for eighteen holes.” He must have noticed the look on her face. “Or maybe nine?”
    She shook her head. “I don’t golf. Can I be your caddy or driver or something?”
    His eyebrows rose. “Really? You do all these fundraiser things. I assumed you hosted golf tournaments galore.”
    “I have done quite a few tournaments but never played in them. Golf seems… kinda boring.”
    “You’re joking!”
    She laughed again. “Why would I joke? You hit a ball, walk over to it, hit it again, trying to miss some water or sand. I’d rather be lying in the sand by the water.”
    “It’s all about strategy. I figured you as an avid golfer.”
    “Sorry. I’m game to go a round of mini putt. Myrtle Beach has some of the best mini putt courses in the country.”
    He shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
    They arrived at the car rentals and Charity waited with their luggage as Elijah went through getting the car. She laughed when they walked through the parking garage and stopped at the exact same car she had when they first met. The rental place in New York had given her a ridiculous sports car and Elijah had gone to the effort to rent the same.
    “Did I ever mention how cheesy you are?” She tossed her luggage in the trunk and settled into the passenger seat.
    “I believe you mentioned it back when we first met.”
    She thought back to the evening at the Twisted Cork when her father had set up dinner with the three of them and then left early. She snapped her fingers. “You were laying it on pretty thick. You said something about having to go back to the hospital to have your heart checked.” She giggled. “Yup, you’re the epitome of cheese.”
    Elijah pretended to look offended. “Some people would consider it romantic.”
    She unclicked her seatbelt and leaned over to let her lips nibble on his ear and slowly make their way to his mouth. She slipped her tongue against his and enjoyed the sensation running through her head and down to her groin. “Romantic, Cheesy… Potato, Potatoe… it’s all wonderfully good.”
    His hands curved around her chin and his fingers found their way into her hair. He sighed when their lips finally parted to come up for air. “Should we try making it to the hotel first?”
    Her stomach grumbled in response. She grabbed it and sat back against her seat.
    “Maybe we should grab something to eat first?” He started the car. “That tummy of yours frightens me.”
    “Sorry. I had a coffee but was too tired to eat at five thirty this morning.” She yawned, as if by cue. “Last night was late trying to organize stuff for the Diamond Gala. It’s two weeks away and I’m suddenly worried everything won’t be ready.”
    “It’ll be fine.”
    “Fine isn’t good enough. It has to be perfect.”
    He glanced at her from the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything. He concentrated on the road instead.
    She took it as a cue to let her vent. She needed it. The only person who understood it was Julie and Charity barely ever said anything to her about her father. It wasn’t like she could get Julie to dog her boss or feel like she had to choose sides. They weren’t kids anymore. “You probably think I’m being silly.”
    “No. You just want to please your dad, make him happy.”
    “Ha!” she scoffed. “Happy would be a wonderful goal. You know the man. You know how hard it is to make him happy. The man is a control-freak who believes my job is a