Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
She’s in the afterglow of a climax.
And who’s sitting next to her in the tub? None other than my best friend in the universe who claims to have never loved anyone since we were fifteen years old.
Despite his professed love for Jake, Brett will fuck anything with a pulse, and Emily Kensington is so much more than just a pulse. She’s beautiful and classy and intelligent and has a killer sense of humor.
“Hey, Riv,” Brett drawls. “Just having some morning fun. What are you doing here?”
My jaw is rigid. “I thought I’d take a quick dip before I get the fuck off this island.”
Emily gasps. “You’re leaving?”
“Hell, yeah. Ask Brett why.”
She turns to Brett. “Why is he leaving?”
Brett scoffs. “He’s not.”
“You want me to stay? You know who has to go.” I pull off my T-shirt. I’m now wearing only black trunks.
Emily gazes at my chest and swallows audibly.
Good.
Gaze away. I’ll be gone as soon as the ferry gets here for Sienna. If Emily wants more of me...too damned bad. Brett will be happy to keep her satisfied.
If Misty isn’t out of here, I am. It’s that simple. Brett claimed last night that he wants to get to know Misty. That she’s our last link to Jake, whom he loved unbeknownst to all of us. Yet here he is in the hot tub getting it on with Emily.
Jealousy spears through me, and that really pisses me off. I went to Emily last night when I needed a release. That’s all that was.
Except...that’s not all she is now.
But apparently that’s all I was—am—to her.
Good to know.
I just wish it didn’t feel like a dull knife to my heart.
And what about Brett? Seems if he can’t get to know Misty better right away, any port in a storm will do.
The word storm isn’t lost on me either. This whole fucking thing is like a hurricane with no end in sight.
“You’re not leaving,” Brett says again, this time with an almost defiant tone.
“Think again.” I step into the tub across from Brett and Emily. “I’ll be on that ferry to escort Sienna home, and—”
“Wait, wait, wait,” Emily interrupts. “Sienna is going home?”
“Some kind of family emergency,” I say, “but she’ll be back.”
“Or she won’t be,” Brett says.
I raise my eyebrows at him. “Do you know something I don’t?”
He shakes his head.
Fine. When Brett doesn’t feel like talking, he doesn’t talk. Or he changes the subject.
“Sebastian told Evangeline we should take the morning off,” he says.
Yup. Subject change.
Fine. I’ll play it his way.
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’ll be out of here either way.” I stretch my arms out on the edges of the tub as the warm water soothes my body. I’m a little sore. After all, I fucked Emily in every position imaginable mere hours ago.
Not that it seems to matter to her.
She made a big deal of how she was done being a distraction, yet here she is, distracting Brett after interrogating me about Rachel.
God, Rachel. I hope she’s okay. I plan to look in on her while I’m in Jamaica, once I see Sienna safely on a plane home. She was the woman I gravitated toward the first night, but after last night with Emily...
Hell, this is so fucked up. How did I ever let Brett talk me into this? How have I ever let Brett talk me into anything?
If only we hadn’t...
“Which of you blokes is going to answer me about Sienna?” Emily demands, successfully dislodging my troubling thoughts.
“All I know is there’s a family issue,” I say again. “If you want more than that, I suggest you ask Brett. He seems to know more than he’s letting on.”
Brett stays eerily silent.
“Fine, then.” Emily rises and steps out of the tub, rivulets of water forging a path along the perfect curves of her lithe body. She grabs a towel and wraps it around herself. “I had a great time with both of you, but I’m wondering if this is all worth it.”
I don’t have time to consider what she might mean, because once she’s gone, Brett turns to me.
“Jesus fuck, Riv. Now we may lose another one. What’d you do to piss her off?”
“I fucked her brains out last night,” I say bluntly.
Brett’s eyebrows nearly fly off his forehead. “What?”
“You heard me. I was pissed as hell after the debacle with Misty, and Emily was there.”
“So you used her.”
I hate his words. Maybe it began that way—for both of us—but it didn’t end that way. At least not for me.
“I don’t use people, Brett.”
“Are you insinuating that I do?”
I scoff. “How can I insinuate anything about you? I don’t even know you anymore. Of everyone I know who’s still living, you’re the person I’ve known the longest. The person I thought I knew the best. Turns out I was all kinds of wrong. It’s like you’re a stranger to me.”