Page 65 of Tease Me

“This might.”

“Oooh, now youreallyhave me intrigued. I tell you what. Let’s have a marvelous day, and then, if you want, you can tell me this afternoon.”

His calmness washed from him over onto me and diffused the dark clouds that’d billowed across my mind. “That sounds like a good idea.”

He turned the car onto Seaworld Drive toward the marina, and once again my stomach curled into knots.Oneof the restaurants at the marinawas where I’d seen Dontrel, and at the end of this road was the beach where Clayton had taken me for lunch.I clenched my fists until my fingernails dug into my flesh as we approached the marina, but I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief when we carried on.

We drove past the marina, and just as I silently begged Henry not to take me near the dog beach Clayton had taken me to, he turned into the Sea World Resort parking lot.

“You’re taking me to another hotel?”

“Nope.” His quivering lip confirmed he was trying not to smile as he navigated the parking lot, looking for a spot.

As much as I liked surprises, the suspense was killing me. So far, every day with Henry had beenwonderful, and judging by the glint in his eyes, I had a feeling that todaywas going tobe just as enjoyable.

He pulled the car into a spot and touched my leg. “Ready?”

“Sure.”By the timeI’d grabbed my bag and hat, he was around my side with the door open and his hand held toward me to help me out.

The air was really still, not even a whisper of a breeze, and the sun was hot enough that I tuggedmy hat on.

“It’s my turn to be intrigued,” I said as we walked side by side into the resort.

“It’s exciting.”His enthusiasm was contagious, andit was impossible towipe the smile from my face.

I anticipated him walking toward reception, but he went the opposite way and led me through glass sliding doors, down a set of steps, and out to the enormous resort pool. Several people of all ages were in the water, and I assumed it was heated. Kids splashed about at one end, playing a game with a purple ball. Adults lounged at the other end on inflatable beds and despite it being just nine in the morning, several nursed cocktail glasses with fruit slices decorating the edges.

We skirted the poolandpassed through a glass gate and onto the sand.The front of my hat tilted up, and that’s when I saw where Henry was taking me, and my heart lurched.

A seaplane was bobbling in the shallow water.

Henry’s brilliant smile lit up his whole face, and he did a little jig with his shoulders. “Excited?”

Tears sprung to my eyes. “Oh my god, yes. Is this another one of your bucket list items?”

“It sure is.”

“Why didn’t you take Helen when you were together?” Jeez, I’m nosy.

“The bitch doesn’t like to fly.”

I frowned. “But I thoughtshewent to Vanuatu with your golf buddy.”

“See what I mean? She’s a bitch.”

I burst out laughing.

“Come on.” He grabbed my hand and led me across the sand.

Our pilot was the epitome of what a pilot should look like—fit, tall, and handsome. A crisp white shirt, navy shorts, and mirrored glasses finishedoffthe look.

Henry held his hand forward, and the pilot took it. “Hi, I’m Henry, and this is Jane.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Steven Donovan, Steve, your pilot for today.”

Henry placed his palm on the small of my back and nudged me slightly in front of him.It wassucha familiar move that feltoh-so right.

“Okay, I’ll get you to take your shoes off, and Jane, you’ll have to lift your dress to get over the water,” Steve said.

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