Page 133 of Dr. Weston

“For us or you?” Broadie laughs.

“Both. Who could turn down an all-expenses paid trip to Jamaica?”

Broadie arches a brow, giving me a questioning look. I have to admit, taking that trip was the best decision I’ve ever made.

“Broadie, introduce us to your beautiful bride,” an incredibly attractive dark-haired male with an Italian accent says.

“Poppy, I want you to meet my friends.” Broadie smiles broadly as he goes down the list. “This is Gianni, Devon, Becket, and Derek. And Max should be here soon. You met him briefly earlier.”

I give him a bewildered expression.

“With Mom and Agnes.”

“Oh, yeah.” I giggle. “Hi, Dr. Hart.”

“Derek,” he corrects.

“And you work at St. Luke’s too, right?” I ask Becket.

“Yes. I should’ve introduced myself years ago. Given Broadie here a run for his money.”

Broadie’s arm tightens around me, and I quickly realize these are his boys from the club. And not a woman in sight. “What? No dates,” I ask.

“Uh, numbnuts didn’t tell us he closed the resort to outside guests.” Becket glares.

“That’s what you get for planning to score at my wedding.”

“That’s okay. We’ll visit a few others in the area. For research.” Devon winks.

We make small talk for a few moments before sitting down to enjoy an incredible meal of jerk chicken, roasted root vegetables, rice, and fruit. The drinks are flowing, and the atmosphere is just how I remembered. Casual, relaxed, and perfect.

* * *

“I thought we’d never get away.” We’re in the town car, heading away from the resort.

“Where are we going, Broadie? I thought you’d bought out the resort for the week. Why did we have to go somewhere else?”

I wanted to spend our honeymoon at an adult-only resort.

Shifting in my seat, I look at him as if he’s lost his mind. “If the only guests are those at the party tonight, then there’s only like four kids. I hardly think they’ll be a problem.”

He chuckles. “No. They won’t be. I’m just messing with you. I just wanted to spend a night or two at this resort. What better time than our honeymoon?”

After a short drive, Porter pulls into a small gated area and drops us off at the front entrance. We receive a more subdued greeting this time, but it’s similar enough that I can’t help but ask, “Do you own this one too?”

“No.”

I giggle, shaking my head.

“We do.”

My walking halts. “Of course we do.”

My husband turns to the gentleman escorting us down the path to the water below. “I’ve got it from here, Ellison. Everything is all set up for us?”

“Yes, sir. I’m here if you need anything.”

As our destination comes into view, my hand flies to my mouth. “Broadie…”

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