“Oh, wow. Congratulations. Who is the lucky girl?” Sierra asked.
“You wouldn’t know her. She’s not from the island. But she’s a sweetheart.”
“That’s good to know. I hope it’s a beautiful wedding.”
Alex grinned widely. “You’re taking her aren’t you, Blake?”
I balked in my seat. What the hell? “I didn’t think it was a date kind of thing.” Nothing on the island was fancy. Clam bakes at Shirley’s were as sophisticated as it got around here.
“Oh, no. That’s ok. Thanks, Alex. I’m sure your fiancé wouldn’t want to add a last minute guest like that,” Sierra hurriedly assured.
And with that subtle hint, I felt Sierra slipping back into her she
ll. Slipping back into that place that made her feel like she didn’t belonged here. That somehow she didn’t deserve this place and the people who lived here.
“Of course I’m taking her,” I spoke up. I grabbed her hand against her knee and grinned. “Sexiest date on the island belongs to me.” I winked.
Alex laughed. “Then I’ll see you there.”
Sierra twisted her full lips together. I could tell I had taken her off guard.
“Yep. You’ll see us there.”
Alex walked away to join the guys in his bachelor party. He was going to be a groom with one hell of a hangover tomorrow.
“Wedding?” Sierra cocked an eyebrow up.
“What? He looked disappointed. And I need a date.”
“And you’re sure you want me to be that date?”
My palms lifted to her face, drawing her to me. “I want you, Sierra Emory. You hear me?”
She nodded as I took her lips. I didn’t care if everyone in this damn bar saw me kiss the hell out of her. She was mine. And it was time I made sure she knew exactly how I felt. Things had been off today. We had fought. We had fallen back together.
And tonight we would love each other until the sun came up.
I walked with Sierra up the steps to the back door. She had been quiet on the way home. I knew she wanted to talk. But that was the farthest thing on my mind. I stood next to the swing while she fiddled with the keys.
I brushed her blond tresses from her shoulders so that her hair cascaded down her back.
Sierra’s eyes closed from the contact.
I looped my fingers through her hair, feeling the silkiness. I breathed into her neck. “You know what I’ve always wanted to do out here?”
Her eyes fluttered open. “What’s that?”
If she thought we were going to have some big talk, I had to shut it down. Talking was not on the menu.
“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise me something first.”
My hands slipped to her hips. I pulled on the edges of her short skirt.
She nodded. “What’s the promise.”
“No talking.” A mischievous grin spread across my face.
Sierra laughed. “You don’t want to talk?”