Page 40 of Capri

His large frame towers over me. I’m tall with long legs, but Jones is fantasy-level in height. Similar to the fae I read about in romance novels that pack a punch in size, height, and girth.

Mhm.Our time on the island earlier now gives me the credentials to confirm he’s just as large underneath.

Yay for his future wife.

“I like it when you do that,” I tell him, my eyes hazing over from the intimacy of his attention to my neck.

He plants a subtle kiss at my nape. “When can I see you again?”

My hands latch onto his arms wrapped around me from behind. We lock eyes in the round wooden mirror, letting the weight of our connection today dictate what’s next for our temporary arrangement.

“I have no plans.”

Jones pauses. “I find that hard to believe, sweetheart. I know I haven’t known you long, but I can’t imagine you as someone who doesn’t have a plan.”

Smart man.“I did but I said fuck it. Well, Collie told me to say fuck it, so I did.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that. I’m cleansing the bad shit, Jones. Saying yes to more things and enjoying right now.”

He laughs, and I hold my finger up at him. “Hey, we listen and we don’t judge.”

He grins, hands rising in playful defense. “No judgement here. Sounds like great advice,” Jones agrees. He spins me toward him and grabs my face, planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Where are you girls staying?”

“Grand Luna.”

“Excellent.” He taps my nose and busies himself gathering my things, ushering me to the door. “Let me walk you out.”

Wait, what?We didn’t make a plan.

“Oh,” I breathe out, hiding my disappointment. “Yeah, sure.”

We exit the cabin bedroom and file outside, walking up on Collie and the guys chatting near the docking bridge.

One look at Collie and she winks, waiting for my reaction. If I wasn’t so disappointed by the plans Jones and I failed to make, I’d probably blush.

Jones holds onto my hand, and it makes me concerningly sad.

“Hi, Cols—” I begin to greet my sister before I’m cut off by the massive captain beside me.

“Collie, does Capri have plans tomorrow?” Jones asks her, and I swear my jaw locks open in disbelief.

Collie shows no hesitation or concern. “Depends who’s asking.”

Jones grins and it’s so fucking hot. He’s got that Gerard Butler panty-melting smile. It does things to me.

“I am,” he replies confidently. “I’d like to take her out, but Capri seems to have entrusted her itinerary to you. Or lack thereof.” He looks at me.

There’s that deadly smirk.

Collie throws her head back and laughs while I wonder why the hell these two are making plans for me when I’m standing right here.

“Hello? What am I, a brick wall?”

“Sorry, sweetheart. I’m making plans.” Jones carries on.

“In that case, she’s free,” Collie answers him, and you’d think Jones just won the lottery with that million-dollar beam.

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