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“Thanks,” I said as I dried off the best I could, but I needed to change.

“Can you get me my suitcase you’re holding hostage?” I smirked.

“Follow me. It’s upstairs in the primary suite.”

Following him up the winding staircase, we stepped into the sprawling and beautifully decorated bedroom with floor-to-ceiling windows and a sliding glass door providing an incredible ocean view.

“This is beautiful.” I stared out the window.

“Your suitcase is over there. I moved it in here while you down at the beach.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll let you change. Wait until you see the bathroom,” he signed. “There’s even a steam room off to the side.”

“I think I’m going to take a bath and get some of this sand off me.”

“Good idea. I’m going to change as well, and then I’ll be downstairs.”

He walked out and shut the double doors behind him. Grabbing my suitcase, I unzipped it and grabbed a pair of light cotton sweatpants and a tank top. Starting the water in the oversized marble-encased tub, I climbed in and let my body relax. The only time I’d texted my mom was when I landed. How was I going to tell her about Henry? It was probably best I waited until I got back to New York.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Henry

I walked over to the bar and poured myself a scotch. Pulling my phone from my pocket, I saw I had a few text messages from Frankie.

“Hey, bro. How’s it going?”

“??”

“Did she kill you, man? Come on, text me back.”

“Everything is going good. She’s upstairs right now taking a bath.”

“So…is she pissed at me?”

“A little, but she said she’ll get over it eventually.”

“So, I’m assuming you got her to stay?”

“Yeah. She’s staying with me for the week. Separate bedrooms, of course. She made that very clear.”

“At least she’s staying. That’s all that matters, bro. Good luck, and I want all the details when you get back.”

“Thanks, Frankie. By the way, she told me about the guy on the plane. Thank you for having her back.”

“Any time, bro. She’s a friend, and I always have my friend’s back.”

I smiled as I placed my phone back in my pocket.

“How was your bath?” I signed when she walked into the living room.

“Wonderful.” She smiled.

“Can I get you a glass of wine?”

“I can get it myself. It looks like the rain stopped.”

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