Page 64 of Drop the Mitts

“I was. Before you just did that.”

He grinned. “Excellent. That’s the spirit.” Hope let out a delighted chirp, splashing both Grace and Jenna in the chest.André planted his hands on his hips. “Too bad. I was hoping I’d be the one to get you wet.”

Jenna sent a wall of water his direction. “Dude! We talked about this!”

André laughed and dodged the wave of water. “You going on a slide?” His eyes locked on Grace’s.

Grace’s eyes narrowed. “You tell me, André. Do I seem like the kind of person who’d enjoy a waterslide?”

“Come on.” He nudged her foot with his. “Live a little.”

“I am living. It’s delightful. Relaxing.”

André looked up at the slides behind them. “Do they scare you?”

Grace’s jaw tightened. “Don’t even pull that out. It’s your only play, and it’s getting old.”

André’s grin widened. “Not my only play.”

Jenna looked between the two of them, raising an eyebrow. Fantastic. Grace had successfully avoided questions about their shared-room situation at breakfast, but now an interrogation was definitely coming. Might as well nip it in the bud.

Grace waved the comment off. “MILF island doesn’t count.”

Jenna laughed out loud. “You watch that?”

André scoffed. “It was Grace’s suggestion.” Her mouth dropped open, but before she could give a rebuttal, he pointed at a white slide looping above their heads. “Dare you.”

Grace stared up at him, the curve of his shoulder, the water dripping from his jawline, that maddening glint in his eyes. “I think I’m good.”

He shrugged, kicking the top of the water with his foot. “Jenna, do you know if Megan likes slides?”

Grace stiffened.Megan?

Jenna looked over her shoulder at the brunette from breakfast.Her name was Megan?“Not sure, but probably. I think she plays water polo, actually.”

André grinned and took a step past them, at which point a demon entered Grace’s body and forced her to blurt, “Which slide is it?”

He slowed and turned back. “Does it matter? You said you aren’t interested.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t interested, I just wasn’t planning on doing rides right this second. But if you can’t wait?—”

“I can wait.” He fought a smile. “How long do you need?”

She glanced down at Hope. “I don’t know. A few minutes?”

He nodded. “Come get me when you’re ready.”

Grace turned back to the waves, her eyes wide.She did not just commit to going down a water slide.

“That was . . . something.” Jenna gave her a sidelong glance.

“Mm. Yep. He’s a character.” Grace frowned, pretending to be worried about a kid who was trying to strap on a life vest.

“Did you?—”

“Nothing happened between us,” Grace snapped. “We watched four episodes of MILF Island and went to bed.” Her gut twinged.They didn’t go to bed right away, and why did it feel like something had most definitely happened? They hadn’t kissed. Yet she couldn’t get the thought of him pressed against her, his weight pressing her into the bed, out of her head. She was thinking more about not having sex with André than she’d thought about having sex with anyone else her entire life.

“Well, I’m sorry he’s being weird. And about the room situation.” Jenna readjusted Hope, who was leaning dangerously left, reaching for a piece of plastic floating on top of the water.

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