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Callie walked her fingertips up my chest and linked them together behind my neck. “Are kisses off-limits too?”

I shook my head, barely daring to breathe. Then her perfect mouth was on mine, lips sweeping and tongue searching. I locked my hands around her hips and pulled her down. Callie only wiggled closer, every inch of our chests touching, the heat of her cunt pressed against my cock with only those thin layers of fabric separating us. I was absolutely not going to fuck her in the water. Who knew what the hell was in it?

The only thing in the world that mattered was the taste of her mouth and the feel of her body against mine, at least until a golden retriever came racing past us.

“Cockblocked by a cutie.” Callie laughed as the dog retrieved its toy and went splish-splashing back to shore. Then Callie turned back to me, her pupils still dilated, and her candied apple scent thick around her. “Sorry, did I go too far?”

“My body would say you didn’t go far enough.”

“But it’s your nervy brain I’m worried about, Miles.”

“I think if you kiss me long enough, my brain could be persuaded of just about anything.”

“Take me back to the cabin and I will persuade all the nerves right out of your head.”

“You’re so dangerous for my self-control.”

“Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t want you to control yourself.”

“You guys want to go to LA and beat up an asshole with me while Miles and Callie are away?”

Diego and Kai lifted their sunglasses, both of them stretched out on the lounge chairs under the baking sun in the courtyard.

“Who are we beating up and why?” Diego asked. “I mean, I’m pretty sure I know the answer, but I want to be extra sure.”

I dropped the manila envelope on the little table between them. “Callie’s lucky that guy bolted when he did. He’s been up to a lot of shit.”

“What kind of shit?”

“Money laundering, insurance fraud, and a warrant for his arrest in New York State.”

“Oh, shit.” Diego sat up straight.

“There’s hardly anything in his name directly. The PI thinks he was using Callie’s name to hide himself, and he’s already convinced his new wife to open another joint account so he can start doing shit under her name.”

“So he’s already set up to fuck up this woman’s life too?” Kai sighed.

“Exactly. The investigator also found evidence of five different affairs during the timeline that asshole was with Callie, plus another since he got married.”

“Jesus Christ.” Diego perused the documents. “We should probably tell his wife too, shouldn’t we?”

“I had the investigator do up a point form report for her, and he included his contact information for her if she wants additional details.”

“When did you even do all of this?” Kai asked.

“I hired him on the way home from LA. Hardly took any time to dig up all this shit.”

Kai looked at me, his eyes soft. “You know, you might not be ready to bond her, but I like knowing you were so ready to protect her from the start. I think you might be in deeper than you realize.”

“We’re not talking about that,” I huffed. “Focus on the task at hand.”

“All right. How do we manage this without his wife getting caught in the crossfire?”

I could only shrug. She could only avoid so much when she’d married a criminal, however unknowing she might have been when she’d signed the papers. “She impersonated Callie to commit bank fraud, so my sympathy for her only goes so far.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” replied Diego. “She can get a divorce and face her own justice.”

“When do we leave?” Kai asked.

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