His thumbs grazed over the center of her breasts, finding her nipples hard and aching beneath the silk of her nightgown. “Definitely that kind of vacation,” he agreed.
He moved his mouth to hers, but she ducked before he could make contact.
“Haven’t brushed yet,” she muttered.
Will paused and let out a soft laugh. “My little wild child. Fine, go brush. But no flossing. We’ve got to get going.”
“Going where? And you said this was a spontaneous trip. Surely it can be delayed a few minutes.”
“Just…go get in the shower, would you?” he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder toward the bathroom. “I’ll finish packing.”
“I don’t think you can call it that,” she said as she watched him put her dirty shoes on top of a white shirt. Disaster.
“Your five minutes are counting down.”
Her jaw dropped. “Five minutes? I can’t get ready that quickly.”
Will shrugged without looking at her. “Guess I leave without you.”
Brynn’s eyes narrowed, unsure of whether she believed him or not. She decided she didn’t want to risk it, and scampered toward the shower, then showered in record time.
Will Thatcher had planned a romantic getaway with her.
The thought made her smile more than it should have.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The best vacations are the cultural variety.
—Brynn Dalton’s Rules for an
Exemplary Life, #2
You weren’t kidding about the cold and the rainy.”
Will sucked in an appreciative breath of cool ocean air. “But cold and rainy by the sea is much better than cold and rainy in the city, is it not?”
Brynn watched a seagull swoop low over the dark gray water before disappearing into the mist. With the exception of the crashing surf, the seagull was the only moving thing she could see for miles.
“It’s wonderful,” she breathed, bracing her forearms on the deck railing and taking it all in.
Will mimicked her posture. “I thought you might like it.”
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, watching the way his blue eyes soaked in the quiet, peaceful nature scene just as hers had. “I admit I’m surprised,” she said lightly, bumping him with her hip. “For all your yammering about adventure and rebellion, I was expecting a casino or a nudist colony or something.”
“How about a nudist colony for two?” He wiggled his eyebrows.
“Depends if you can figure out how to get that huge fireplace in commission.”
“Of course I can. I was a Boy Scout.”
“You were?”
The corner of his mouth tilted up. “Definitely not. But I do always carry protection. Wanna see?”
“I’m pretty sure condom supply is not what they’re teaching in Boy Scouts these days.”
Brynn tilted her head up and felt the beginning of drizzle against her cheeks. Normally she would have been ducking for cover at the first sign of moisture in the air, but today she just stayed, loving the coolness against her face.