Summer Love in the City (Summer Instalove)

The host bustled us to a cozy booth in the back corner that was completely hidden from

view. As we sat down, sparkling fruit-infused waters appeared before us, and we looked

around at the huge glossy green leaves surrounding us.

“It’s like we have our own little tree fort,” Kim giggled.

I pulled her closer against me in the horseshoe-shaped booth. “Good,” I whispered in her

ear. “I am a greedy man who wants to keep you all to himself while we’re on vacation.”

A busty blonde in a skimpy flowered dress dropped off our menus and told us the specials,

and as soon as she was gone, I picked up Kim’s hand, kissing along the back of it. Then I

examined her nails. “It’s black, but it sort of shines blue in the light,” I said. “It looks like car paint. My uncle Eddie would love this effect.” She seemed absolutely astonished. “What,

you don’t think he should paint his muscle cars with nail polish?”

“No, I’m shocked that you didn’t even look at that girl.”

“What girl?” I looked around, then realized what she meant. “Oh, the waitress? She

seemed okay. Why?”

Her lovely rosy lips pressed together hard as if she was stifling a laugh. Leaning in, she

whispered, “Those were the most spectacular boobs I’ve ever seen in my life, and you

didn’t even stare.”

I leaned in to kiss her cheek, whispering, “I’m a one girl guy. I want you to be my girl.

Therefore, all other women except for my mother are nothing more than friendly wallpaper

at this point.”

She gave me a little smile and picked up her menu, but I noticed that her hands weren’t

completely steady.

“What’s wrong, baby? Let me be your holiday boyfriend, as a test run. I think we’re perfect

together.” I winked.

“I just don’t understand why you seem so…fixated on me,” she said softly.

Sliding a few inches away from her, I tipped her chin up with my finger to look into those

gorgeous dark brown eyes. They flashed in the dim light, so animated and lively. “Kim,

you’re the most gorgeous, sexy woman I’ve ever met. I want to know all about your weird

fixation for graffiti alleys, and everything else I don’t understand. But I don’t mean to frighten you or come on too strong. If I misbehave, just tell me. Okay?”

She nodded, her shoulders dropping as she turned more toward me. “Now,” she said,

pinning me with her glance. “We have an important mission. We need to split the most