“She uses Twitter to promote it!” I cornered Emily outside the library after the meeting, while Muriel was occupied, and asked her. “I’ve already found a ton of problems.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like—” My words falter as Jonah tugs my panties down off my hips and coaxes me onto my back. Heat begins to build in my core. “Like, they have no online presence beyond their website, which is junk, and the schedule is confusing. And they need food trucks. Throw food trucks into any event and people will come, I swear.”

“See? You sound like you know what you’re talkin’ about.”

“Now to convince Muriel.”

“You’ll figure out a way.” He eases my night shirt up, unc

overing my stomach and chest. I lift my arms up and over my head to help him slide it off completely. Goose bumps erupt over my body. “Some clever way …”

Material tightens around my wrists and, before I understand what’s happening, my hands have been bound to the headboard using my nightshirt.

“Jonah!” I tug at the binding in vain. “What are you doing?”

It clicks.

The hot tub picture.

Oh shit. With everything that happened today, I completely forgot about it.

But the look on Jonah’s face says he knows that I’ve finally remembered.

This is why he turned on the light. He likes to watch me squirm.

A hysterical laugh escapes my throat before I press my lips together. I fight the urge to wrestle against the ties. “I talked to Diana today.”

“Oh yeah?” He throws the covers off my body and settles onto his knees, his powerful thighs coated in soft, ash-blond hair, his erection standing at attention. He’s unfazed by his nakedness. “What’d she have to say?”

I manage to peel my attention away to meet his gaze, to find him smirking—he caught me ogling.

“I begged her to come for my birthday, but she said she can’t.” Admitting that brings a tinge of melancholy to my tone, despite my current predicament.

Jonah studies me for a few beats, the wicked intent in his eyes softening a touch. “I’m taking you away that weekend.”

“Really?” My heart stutters, my pending doom pushed aside for a moment. “Where?”

“It’s a surprise.”

“But what if you get called into work?” Talk of drought is all that seems to be on the state news lately.

“You’re more important to me than work, Calla,” he says evenly.

My body feels lighter, more relaxed. I didn’t know how much I needed to hear Jonah say those words until just now.

He hooks his index finger through the center of my panties and draws them the rest of the way off. “Is there anything else you want to tell me about?” he asks in that overly calm voice. His steely gaze drags over my body.

I struggle to adopt a relaxed pose. “Hmm … I can’t think of anything— Ah!”

Seizing my hips, he flips me onto my stomach with little effort.

I bite my lip to smother my smile—not that he can see it, anyway—and wait with nervous anticipation. What does he have planned this time around? “Oscar came by.”

“To thank you?”

I shudder as a single, light fingertip trails down my spine, from the base of my neck all the way down … down … down. “I don’t know, but Zeke fainted.”

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