Stanton Box Set

She whips him with the tea towel and shakes her head.

“I’m having a shower.” Joshua kisses me gently on the lips and disappears out of the room.

My eyes flick to the two girls as their eyes meet.

“What?” I ask.

“You two are really happy.” Bridget shakes her head in disbelief. “I never thought I w

ould see the day.”

I smile warmly and nod. “Yes we are.” I have never been more in love with my beautiful man. Here he is how I imagined he would be if we hadn’t had to put up with all of the crap in our lives. We are in a love bubble, one I don’t want to pop.

“Who would have ever thought you would fall in love with a guy who is this rich?”

Abbie mutters as she takes a sip of her juice. “This whole resort thing going on here.” She gestures around the room at our surroundings with her glass. “Could be half yours.”

“It’s Joshua’s,” I frown.

Her eyes hold mine. “Semantics.”

“Anyway, so what happened last night?” I turn my attention back to Bridget to change the subject.

“Ben and I were dancing,” she answers.

“Yes.” I take a sip of my juice.

“And then the song changed so we were slow dancing.”

“Ahuh.” I turn and start to butter the toast. “Then what?”

She goes silent and my eyes flick up to her from my buttering toast duties to see Ben standing at the door. Oh shit, did he hear us?

“Breakfast will be about five minutes Ben.” I smile.

Ben’s eyes hold Bridget’s and she smiles softly at him. Oh, she does like him. I have seen that look before.

“Ok, thanks,” he answers in his husky South African accent.

“Shall we go and wait on the deck?” Bridget smiles up at him.

He nods and smiles back gently. Oh, he likes her too. This is so frigging cute and I feel my heart flutter a little as they leave the room.

Abbie gets up and walks over next to me. “This is stupid—how can she date Joshua’s bodyguard?” she whispers.

I frown. “What do you mean?” I ask.

“Think about it. Every time Joshua needs him to go out at night, Bridget is going to want him to go out with her.”

I frown as I start to dish out the omelette. “Not necessarily.”

“Oh bullshit,” she snaps. “Get a reality check.”

“Just shut up and dish out the food Abbs and keep that opinion to yourself. Don’t say anything to Didge. She can like who she wants. I like Ben,” I reply.

“Get this. She kissed him last night on the lips on the dancefloor and then he broke away.”

I frown. “What… tongue kiss?”