There hadn’t really been any details. Not that she’d asked for any.
“When I say that Sherri’s place is paradise, it’s not an exaggeration. It literally is. Or at least the Garden of Eden.”
“Then it can’t be nearby.” She raised her eyebrows and Mick laughed.
“No. It’s about a twenty-minute boat ride from here. Cut off from the world. People go there to unplug and hide.”
“Hide? From other people?”
“From themselves, chica.” Mick winked at her.
Perfect.
“So how do I get to Sherri’s? She’s expecting me?”
“She is. And I’m sure she’s just as eager for you to get there as you are. Ash will take you when he gets back.”
“Who’s Ash and where is he?”
Mick shrugged. “Ash helps Sherri out with things. And honestly, there’s no telling what he’s gotten up to this afternoon. He probably had a list, but he’ll be back by three. He likes to get the boat out there before the sun goes down. You’re welcome to wait here. Make yourself comfortable.” He pointed to a lounge chair on the deck close to the ocean, away from the business of the bar.
“Thank you.” She hoped the weariness didn’t show in her eyes, but it was false hope, because there was no way it didn’t. She hefted her backpack up and grabbed the water on the bar. Just as she turned away, Mick stopped her.
“Chica?”
Heather glanced over her shoulder.
“Welcome to Bocas. You came to the right place.”
“For what?”
“For everything.”
* * *
“I’ve gotwhat you need right here, Ash.”
There was no doubt in Ash’s mind that Sara had exactly what he needed in all the right ways, and without a doubt there was no one who filled out scrubs the way she did. His dick twitched just thinking about the curves that the thin piece of pink cotton was concealing. Ash had personal experience with those curves and those experiences were more than enough to deserve a replay. If it weren’t for—
“I’m also free tomorrow night for dinner. Rumor has it Oscar got some fresh lobsters this morning.”
If it weren’t for that.
Sara was a nice girl. Despite the fact that she fell for his moves, she was a smart girl, too. She was in Bocas on some sort of work exchange, which made her dangerous. Because she was not like any of the other women Ash dated. Sara wanted more. She wanted Ash to take her out. She wanted to date.
Like all nice girls did.
Ash didn’t.
Ash avoided nice girls.
Ash wasn’t a nice guy.
“Ah, if only I could, Sara.” He ran a hand through his shaggy blond hair and gave her a smile he knew was devastating. “But I have to get back to Casa del Sol. Sherri has a big order and a new manager starting today. She’ll need a bit of help getting everything set up and you know how that is.”
The girl didn’t even bother trying to hide her pout. “Another time?”
“Of course,” he lied.