Dirty Game

I nodded. “Then what? We have this and then go back to our lives? Run into each other on the island next summer? We aren’t teenagers.”

“Wait. Does that mean you’re coming back next summer?”

I shrugged. “I live in Dallas. This isn’t exactly close. I can’t even sell Aunt Lindy’s china. I’m not having much luck with the estate. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I haven’t decided.”

“I know what we need.”

“What’s that?”

“Food.”

I winced. “I have lots of coffee and wine.”

“Then I’ll run to the grill.” He hopped out of bed. “Ham biscuits sound good?”

I nodded. “I’m starving.”

“Thought so.” He found his shorts on the floor and tugged on a T-shirt. “Don’t move. Stay right there. Naked.” He winked, leaning down to kiss me. “I’ll be back with breakfast and then we’ll decide.”

“Decide?” I looked at him quizzically.

“Yeah. Decide if two days is enough.”

He walked out of the room and my jaw dropped.

22

Blake

What the fuck was I thinking? This girl had me on some damn high I couldn’t come down from. She was the one who broke me. The one who made me the man I was now.

And I was going to go for more?

I pulled into the grill. There was a line of cars. The same fishermen had been coming here for forty years. My dad used to be one of them. I felt my forehead furrow.

He was the one I was angry with. The man who had threatened the girl I loved. The man who had sent my child away from me. The man I had worshipped my entire life. The one I couldn’t stop grieving for in silence.

One of the guys in the parking lot waved at me as he walked to his truck. I couldn’t sit out here all morning.

I walked inside and ordered half the menu. Sierra didn’t even have crackers in that house. I needed food.

On the mile drive back to the house I kept my eyes on the water. I turned onto the gravel drive and raced up the stairs, clutching the white paper sacks of food.

My heart stopped in my chest when I opened the door.

She smiled. Her gorgeous blond hair fell around her shoulders. Her breasts perked and her long slender legs covered the length of the bed. The white sheets twisted around her creamy skin.

I dropped the bags on the floor and dove toward the bed.

She giggled. “That took forever.”

“You didn’t move.”

“You told me not to,” she answered.

“Fuck, Sierra. You’re killing me.”

She brushed the hair off my forehead. “That’s pretty much the opposite of what I want to do today.”