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“Dangerous?” he teases. “Romantic?”
“Perfect.”
He leans closer to the screen. “So, say yes.”
I breathe out slowly. “Yes.”
“Be ready in thirty.”
Then he’s gone, the call ended, and I’m left staring at my own reflection in the screen again.
Still wrecked from the dream. Still aching in ways I don’t want to admit.
But smiling.
And suddenly, I don’t feel so lost.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Tanner
Asher’s leaningagainst the side of his truck, keys in hand, smug like he knows he’s doing me a favor he’ll never let me forget.
“Brand new boat,” he says, tossing the keys. “Treat her like a lady.”
“I’ll bring her back better than I found her,” I grin.
“Just clean up whatever weird moaning happens in the cabin,” he laughs.
“Go to hell.”
We’re halfway loading up supplies—cooler, towels, Bluetooth speaker—when Cam steps out.
“You going out?”
I nod. “Sunrise trip.”
His gaze narrows. “With her?”
“Yeah.”
Cam hesitates, then shrugs like it costs him something. “I’m coming.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. We should talk. All three of us.”
Asher watches this unfold, then grins as he fires off a text. “Let her know he’s joining. Don’t want to scare her.”
I shoot off the message, keep it simple.Cam’s coming too. Hope that’s okay.
Three minutes later, she replies.
Yeah. It’s okay.
By the time we get the boat untied and drifting, Cam’s already in the small galley kitchen, cracking eggs into a pan, bacon sizzling. It's his way of smoothing tension.
The sun’s still yawning its way up the horizon, sky bleeding orange and gold, when I see her.
