Page 21 of Nothing to Do

“Any man? No. This man,” he said, reaching over to squeeze her thigh to encourage her closer. “We’re us, remember? Just us.”

Coiling her arm around his, Thea enjoyed the weight of his hand on her leg. The reassuring heat of his body against her side was a comfort too. Sitting beside him, it felt like anything was possible.

Resting her head on his upper arm, she enjoyed the air on her face and closed her eyes, appreciating why he liked the speed of the cart whizzing along the road.

“Are we going to work?”

Although it was dark, the moon and occasional muted overhead light kept them company.

“You want to do it at work?”

She laughed and nudged him. “We are not going to have sex tonight, Drift.”

“Even if my wood happens to drift toward—”

“Zane,” she said, lifting her head. “Be a gentleman.”

“Okay, gentleman… Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Well, you’re gorgeous… You’re always gorgeous, but I don’t like to get too focused on the physical.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause there’s more to you than what you do to my pants.”

“Oh yeah?” she asked, propping her chin on his arm. “What do I do to your pants?”

“You’ll find out when we take off the training wheels.”

The curve of his lips delighted her. Every time. Every minute they were together, happiness filled her. That was it. He was her optimism. Her hope. Her happiness. On the island anyway.

“If we do,” she said. “I’m making no promises.”

“I have confidence.”

“In your abilities of seduction?”

“In how much you want me.”

They’d passed the corporate suite and the airfield. Inland, there was another building in the trees up ahead.

“What’s that?”

“Employee steadings. We’ve got another couple of miles to go.”

The road was a good landmark, easy to find. From near it anyway. If she was in the center of the island, she wasn’t sure how fast she’d find her way out.

“How long have you lived here?”

“I don’t live here,” he said, a snicker in his voice.

Maybe the job was seasonal. Or they only had employees there whenever visitors resided in the hotel.

“Coming here then, how long have you been coming here?”

“Three years,” he said. “Thereabouts.”

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