Page 19 of Capri

Romeo and Luca aren’t far behind her.

Leaving me with?—

“Capri.” There he is. Except, he feels closer than before.

I turn my head, sending him a small smile. “Jones.” I can’t avoid him. I don’t think I even want to, but he makes me nervous. Like he can see through me and knows the effect he has on me.

Which is likely why he grins and takes a step, putting him less than a foot away.Oh, he definitely knows what he’s doing.“What are the chances?” he asks, a sexy smirk playing across his face.

Jones is handsome—uncharted territory handsome.

His Adam’s apple is prominent, and the stubble that lingers across his cheeks resembles sandpaper. I can imagine it stirring up a glorious sensation between my thighs.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

“Small world, I guess,” I say like the actual grandma I am.

Small world?I could at least try to be a little sexier. After all, I’ll never see this man again. I’ve got nothing to lose.

Shut down the nerves, Capri.

I need to channel my inner Collie.

“Promising, I’d say.” Jones crosses his arms at his chest, and his eyes look me up and down. The board shorts he’s wearing hug his firm thighs so tight, if I was a better woman I’d suggest he change—I’m not.

Jones Archer is all man.

Muscles consume places I never knew muscles could form. His forearms are corded with strong tendons and bulging veins. His rich brown hair is tossed to perfection, likely taking little to no effort for it to look this good.

I can tell just by looking at Jones’ physique that he’s not afraid to rough it. I mean, what yacht owner do you ever see tending the bar for their customers? Not that I frequent yachts, but I’d guess none.

“So, this baby yours?” I ask him, changing the subject and walking around to further admire the boat.

“It is. It was my father’s and now it’s mine,” Jones admits.

That’s surprisingly sweet.

“I love that,” I reply, skimming my hand along the smooth wood railing. “Seems like a big job, though.”

Jones laughs, rubbing the stubble on his chin. “You have no idea. I never imagined this would be my life, but here I am.” He chuckles. “It’s given me a pretty great one, though.”

I take a sip of my prosecco and digest his words. Jones seems fairly young to have a company of this caliber. My gut tells me there’s more to that story. But he should be proud because this thing is unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.

I walk closer to where Collie, Romeo, and Luca are hanging out by the pool, and Jones follows quietly behind me, letting me explore.

“So, where are we sailing to?” I ask him, turning around to find his tall frame crowding my space. “Oh,” I whisper, startled by his closeness.

His smirk is deadly for my reservation. “We’ll sail along the coast. Get close to theBlue GrottosandMarina Piccola. We can swim in the caves or tour the private beach. Whatever you’d like.” He shrugs like it’s no problem at all.

Jones may only be thirty-nine, but he’s seasoned. I can see that firsthand. There’s a maturity to him that most men don’t find until their fifties or sixties. That’s if they find it at all.

He’s mature and confident. It’s sexy as hell.

I’ve always been attracted to a man who is successful, knows what he wants, and makes no apologies for taking it.

Something Drew never was and something I can already tell Jones is.

“Sounds like something I’d be a fool to say no to,” I admit.

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