Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58253 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
So, since she’d been exhausted after parasailing, she suggested they put off their walk on the beach and Dex had agreed. Instead, she’d had dinner in her room, courtesy of Maggie, before turning in.
Yesterday, she and Dex spent the morning sunning on lounge chairs and after their time on the beach, they walked around town and hit up a restaurant her cousin, Asher, and his wife, Nikki, had recommended. During their time there, she’d purchased necklaces and bracelets for herself, her family, and her best friend.
She’d spoken to Brandy often, mostly, she admitted, to reassure herself someone she trusted had an eye on Jeremy and the business while she was away. Once home, she’d have to face the cheater and his assistant, who she intended to fire. Owning fifty-one percent of the company ought to allow her some perks, she thought. Still, her stomach churned at the thought of seeing the couple, feeling a healthy mixture of anger and frustration at Jeremy, at herself, and at everything she’d closed her mind to.
Her cell rang, interrupting her thoughts. A glance told her Jeremy was calling for the umpteenth time and she sent his call directly to voicemail. Then, keeping up with his behavior since she’d tossed the ring his way, he left a voice message followed by a text.
She ignored both. Since they shared a business, she couldn’t block him completely, but she’d rather continue to think about her time on the island with Dex. Their dinner had consisted mostly of her questioning him about his football career and his upcoming job as lead analyst with FSN.
Although Samantha saw the curiosity in Dex’s eyes, he humored her by replying and not tossing back some questions of his own. She appreciated him giving her as much information about himself as he had, despite the unfairness of her not offering the same in return.
Time on the island passed quickly and tonight they were going to take that days-ago promised walk on the beach… and she was going to pitch her idea for what she planned as their last night here. It was time to go home and face all she’d left behind.
Chapter Six
Dex was supposed to meet Samantha at the entrance to the house for their overdue walk on the beach. He was waiting when she walked down the stairs and his breath caught in his throat. A low-cut tank top covered her breasts and a matching white ruffled skirt fluttered around her tanned thighs as she took each step. The visions he had of those long legs wrapped around his waist were nothing short of filthy and his dick hardened in his pants.
She jumped down the final step in a pair of sandals with a small heel. He hoped she planned to take those off for their stroll.
“Hi!” Her smile lit up the room and he saw glimpses of the Samantha he’d first met returning.
“Hi yourself,” he said. “Ready for our walk?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I had a better idea. Or rather a bigger idea.”
He raised an eyebrow. She’d been doing this since they’d gotten to the island, finding things to keep busy, and he had to wonder if she was pushing the pain down too deep so she didn’t need to address everything waiting for her back home. It concerned him that she hadn’t broken down in any way that purged the pain of betrayal. At least, not that he’d seen or heard, and her room was next to his.
“Let’s hear your idea,” he said, wary.
“Well, Maggie is making dinner, so we can take a short walk on the beach by the house, then come back and eat on the deck, and watch the sunset.”
So far he was on board. Watching the sunset with Samantha sounded like a damn good idea.
“And after, I thought we’d go to a club in town. I know things are going to be difficult when I get home and I think I’ve earned a night out dancing. Corey said he’d drive us if you wanted to drink.” Her voice raised in excitement, an emotion he wasn’t feeling as dancing wasn’t on his list of fun activities to do.
He wondered if she was taking this forgetting her problems thing too far but she had a point. This was their last night and she did deserve to let go.
She clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture. “Pretty please?”
God, he couldn’t deny her anything. “Fine, but I’ll drive,” he muttered. He didn’t need a chauffeur taking them into town and if she planned on drinking, he’d damn well make sure to be sober enough to look out for her.
“Excellent. Come on.” Threading her fingers through his, she clasped their hands together and led him through the house, out the back door, and down to the beach below.
She slid off her heels and left them by the lounge chairs and he kicked off his shoes, letting his bare feet curl into the cool sand. To his surprise, she grasped his hand again and walked to the water.