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I go into my account and see a bunch of charges. The balance is higher, though. “I had twenty thousand in my account, but now it shows two hundred and thirty-six thousand.”

Santiago frowns as he comes to look at the screen. “I was under the impression your father had money.”

I point at my balance. “The inheritance was split three ways, and that’s a lot of money.”

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and keeps glancing between the laptop screen and the device in his hand, then he mutters, “That fixes it.”

“Fixes what?”

“Your bank balance.” He gestures at the laptop. “Open an investment account and transfer the bulk of your money over to it. Only keep what you need on a monthly basis in this account.” He lets out a sigh. “Fuck, we need to get you a card.”

He leans over me and gets to work, opening the other account. When he selects the option to make a transfer, I slap my hand over his wrist. “Wait! Something’s wrong with the balance.”

“Nothing’s wrong with it.” He transfers one point seven million to the investment account. “As soon as we have some free time, we’ll go to Ireland to get you a card so you can actually use the funds. In the meantime, I’ll get you a credit card on my account.”

All the typing he was doing a second ago…

I grip his arm tight. “Did you just transfer one point five million to my account?”

He glances at me. “Too little?”

“No!” I get up from the chair, staring at him wide-eyed. “Why would you give me so much money?”

He actually looks baffled as he straightens up. “Because you’re my woman.” Stepping closer to me, he takes hold of my left hand and holds it up between us. “Pretty sure that’s my ring on your finger.”

He’s being so damn cute right now, I drop the subject and say, “Thank you.”

A grin spreads over his face. “You’re welcome,mi amor.”He wraps his arms around me and tugs me closer. “The villagers are planning a party for tomorrow night to celebrate Eladio surviving his first gunshot wound and to welcome the new arrivals. After that, I have some business to take care of, then we can go to Ireland.”

“I’m actually in no hurry to go back there.” Placing my hands on his chest, I ask, “Can we rather go back to the island so I can visit Grace and Kristian?”

“Of course.” The corner of his mouth lifts. “Anything for you.”

When he leans down, I lift my face to him, and the instant his mouth touches mine, my stomach erupts with wild flutters.

Since we had that moment outside, I keep finding myself daydreaming about Santiago. Sometimes I just replay the intimate moment we shared, and other times I imagine us taking things a step further.

Falling in love for the first time is exciting but also scary. The emotions can be extremely intense at times.

When Santiago ends the kiss, I let out a frustrated sound. I start peppering kisses on the side of his throat and down to his chest while unbuttoning his shirt.

“Hmm…I like where this is going,” he says, his voice low and deep.

Just as I’m done with the buttons, he wraps an arm around me and lifts me off my feet. I’m carried to the couch where he lays me down, leaning over me.

God, this man is otherworldly attractive.

I reach up and push the shirt off his shoulders. He drops it on the floor, then places his hand on the armrest by my head while bracing his body over mine. With a clear view of his chest and abs, my abdomen clenches so hard I think there’s a strong possibility my ovaries just exploded.

He leans down, his mouth nipping at my lips in a teasing way that has me reaching up and grabbing hold of his shoulders. Suddenly, he deepens the kiss, his tongue thrusting against mine while his other hand moves up my side until his palm covers my breast.

Feeling him touch me causes a rush of tingles to spread through my body, and I arch my back.

Santiago begins to massage me through the fabric, and I lose myself completely to how amazing it feels to be touched by him.

His hand moves down my body as he breaks the kiss. When I open my eyes, he watches me closely while he undoes the button of my pants before pulling down the zipper.

My heartbeat shoots through the roof and scampers off to God knows where while the breath stalls in my lungs.

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