Page 58 of Hot Saltwater Kisses

“Pretty damn sure, yeah.” He shook his head, artificial light catching on the upper bow of his lips. Brief hesitation pulled them down before his mouth firmed. “Look, if he implied there’s anything between us—that’s just to test you.”

“What for?”

“Are you into me or just into the money?”

I’m in love with you, idiot.

I let my head fall back against the wall and watched him through half-lowered lids. “If you really have to ask, you haven’t been paying attention.”

“No, I know. Kyle doesn’t, though.” Logan angled closer, shadows dripping down his face and collecting in the dip between his collarbones. “But even if he were into me—and he’s really,reallynot...” A hitch of air feathered over my cheek. “There’d be no way. I’m not... I wouldn’t. There’s no one else. Okay?”

Oh.

Breathe.

I turned my head. Our noses brushed, the space between us collapsing into delicate infinity. “Me too,” I said.

“Yeah?” His tone was hopeful, and it would be so easy to just put it out there.I love you. But not here, not like this, light-headed from the sudden punch of emotions.

“Yeah.” I drew him into a sweet, easy slide of our mouths, still smiling when I broke our kiss and nudged him back. “I’ve got to go before Frankie comes looking.”

“Right.” Logan looked a little dazed. “I’ll see you later?”

“For sure.” I ducked in for one more kiss, then zipped up and tucked my shirt back into my jeans while Logan watched, entirely unhelpful. He looked a mess, his face still flushed, lips bitten red. Sovery obvious. All it would take was one glance at him, another at me, and Tom and Kyle would know exactly what we’d been up to.

I rather liked the thought.

Frankie shotme a suspicious look when I reported back for duty. He didn’t comment, though, and so I spent the remainder of my shift slightly unsettled, body still humming even as reality trickled in around the seams.

Logan, Tom, and Kyle left a short while later, Logan slipping me his keycard as they signed the bill. I bit my tongue at the overly generous tip and caught Kyle eying me with a thoughtful air. He glanced away when I raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him. Whatever.

Once the bar slowed down to a drip that Frankie could handle alone, I ducked home for a shower and a quick change of clothes. Nia was gone, most likely with Tom. Well, I had no room to judge.

Nighttime chirps framed my path to Logan’s cabin. The rooms were dark when I slipped inside, ditched my sandals, and tried to tiptoe past the living area. A faint breeze carried the scent of something sweetly floral through the open terrace door, the only light shed by a mosquito plug that cast its ghostly glow on the floor.

I’d hoped to make it to Logan’s bedroom undetected, but alas, no such luck.

Fabric shifted as Kyle sat up on the couch. I considered moving along without a word as though I hadn’t noticed him.

“Milo?” he asked.

All right, so much for that. I paused, then turned. “Yeah. Sorry—didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No worries.” He paused, his outline barely visible in the dim light. “Think we got off on the wrong foot, huh?”

Ah, so we were doing this.

“Entirely possible.” I shifted on my feet. “But whose fault is that?”

“Fair enough.” His laugh was more breath than sound. “Can’tblame a guy for trying to protect his friend, though—Logan’s picked assholes before.”

Yeah, Logan had mentioned a few of them, like the photographer ex who couldn’t keep it in his pants. I leaned against the door jamb, crossing my arms. “And clinging to him like you’re getting paid for it protects him… how?”

“Just checking out your true colors, buddy. Green suits you.”

Fuck you.

I bit it back and instead went for, “You done?”

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