Page 9 of Me and Mr. Just Right

As if nature had heard his hope, the skies opened with a crack and rain poured down.

“Made it here just in time.” Jules went back to the kitchen to finish putting away the food. “We’ve still got to get our bags from the boat.”

They glanced out the window and the darkened skies, and then all three scrambled outside to get the rest of their things. They were all soaked in short order.

“I wouldn’t mind a rainy hike,” Bennett said as he dropped his sopping wet bag on the floor. He loved being outside more than any of them, regardless of weather.

“I’m up for it, but I want to put different shoes on,” Haydn said.

Jules hesitated.

“Don’t be boring,” Bennett warned him.

“Is it boring to not want to be wet and cold?”

“Yes,” Bennett and Haydn said at the same time.

Jules merely shook his head and snagged his bag to head to his bedroom. “Hey!” he called down the hall. “Maybe next time you sleep in my bed, you could make it before you leave.”

“I didn’t sleep in your bed.” Haydn huffed as he went to Jules’s doorway. “You have terrible taste in mattresses. I’d rather sleep on the floor.”

Jules snorted.

“You must have forgotten last time we were here,” Haydn insisted.

“Unlikely,” Jules said. He’d been working on a huge case last time they were here together, but even a stressed-out Jules wasn’t a forgetful Jules.

“Haydn. The gig is up.” Bennett stuck his head out into the hallway from his room. “You seriously went through and messed up all our beds? That’s not even a clever joke.”

Haydn shook his head. “I would have put a fake snake in your bed, but what would be the point of just messing it up?”

“Exactly.” Bennett huffed. “Man. You even got dirt on my sheets? I’m going to have to wash these before bed.” He pointed his finger at Haydn, his expression annoyed. “We like pranks, but not lazy ones. Do better next time.”

“But I didn’t—”

Bennett shut his door in Haydn’s face.

Nothing like being with his brothers to make him feel like a teenager again.

Haydn opened the room to his own door last, threw his bag on the floor, and went to sit on his bed to take off his shoes when something made him pause.

Or, more accurately,someone.

Because there in his bed, sleeping deeply, was a beautiful woman.

Chapter 5

Liaawoketothesound of quiet male voices. She rolled over and blinked, disoriented. Where was she?

“Should we wake her up?” one of the men said.

She sat up quickly and pressed her back to the wall, awake enough to remember where she was. A deserted island. All by herself. In the middle of nowhere. Without cell service—except for that magical hill she hadn’t taken the time to find—or Wi-Fi. Alone.

Except apparently not.

She still felt groggy from the sleeping meds and staying up until almost two in the morning. She was used to staying up late, but being out here, it was like she’d lost all sense of time. Rain pounded on the window, and the gray light was still bright enough for her to know that it was morning. Or afternoon.

Why didn’t she have her watch on? Oh, right. Because she’d thrown it in the trash in Nashville when it wouldn’t stop sending her notifications about Bo and Gwen.

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