Page 41 of Come to Me

“Same.” She glanced toward the kitchen and then leaned in closer to him. “I dreamed we went skinny dipping and had sex under the moon and stars and God himself.”

Patrick shifted uncomfortably as the image caused other parts of his body to stir. “That could be dangerous.”

“Why? There are no snapping turtles in the lake. The snakes usually avoid people.”

Snakes? In the lake? “I was thinking of the windows. We could be seen.”

Her smile was flirty. “That’s part of the fun.”

He shook his head. “I hate to break it to you, but I’m not as adventurous as you.”

She stood and patted him on the shoulder. “Not yet, maybe, but we’re getting you there.”

It appeared she was going to leave. Of course she was. She had a resort to run.

“What are your plans today,” he asked. Maybe he could help.

“Clean out the honeymoon cabin. Check the roof after last night’s storm. Plan for Fourth of July. The usual. How about you? A swim? Canoe?”

He shrugged. He supposed he could do those things, but it wasn’t going to be much fun by himself. Odd how he’d spent a lot of time alone and in fact enjoyed the solitude, but here, it was uncomfortable, lonely to be by himself.

“Is there anything you need in your cabin?” She raised her brows as if she was suggesting something other than more towels.

“Company?”

“I’ll be by later.” Her eyes narrowed. “Go try to have fun and relax.”

He saluted her and did his damnedest to follow her orders. He walked around the lake, noting there were more cabins than he initially thought. It was unfortunate the Kincaid’s were struggling to get visitors as the resort had much to offer.

His family wasn’t the outdoor type, unless it was a garden terrace in an exclusive hotel. Most of the people he knew were the same otherwise he could recommend the place for a getaway from city life.

When he reached the far side of the lake, he stopped to view the resort. Tired was the word he’d used to describe it. Tired yet picturesque. The work to make it untired was something Michaela couldn’t do on her own. He wondered if they’d accept him as an investor. It wouldn’t be a new career as he’d come to realize that he had little choice but to return to New York and help with the family business. But he had the money to help Michaela’s family and he could see himself coming to visit when he needed a break.

When he returned to his cabin, he poured a glass of water, sipping it as he used a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow from the heat and humidity. He was considering a shower when there was a knock on his door.

He opened it to find Michaela on his doorstep with a basket full of towels. “Room service.”

He stepped back to let her in. “Just in time. I was about to shower—” He stopped realizing that sounded like a come on.

She set the basket on the table, removing the towels. “I brought this too.” She dug out a bottle of wine.

“It’s barely lunch time.”

Her brows furrowed in disapproval. “Don’t you know the saying, it’s five o’clock somewhere?”

He gave her a sheepish smile “I have.”

“Besides, afternoons are for resting. It’s too hot to do much else.”

He went to the kitchenette and found a corkscrew.

“You don’t need that. This twists off.” She twisted the cap off the bottle. “I know it’s probably uncouth or something to have wine like this. Or from a box, but?—”

“I’m sure it will be delicious.” He didn’t really believe that. Patrick had consumed much wine in his life, and none was from a screw top bottle or box. But he wasn’t snobby enough to say so.

Michaela helped herself to wine glasses in his cupboard and poured nearly until it was full. Julia’s head would have exploded at that. Patrick found Michaela’s lack of snobbish behavior refreshing.

“Cheers.” She held up her glass and clinked it with his.

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