Page 102 of He Loves Me Knot

Probably from the ATV.

The day hadn’t beenallbad, though. She’d always wanted to go four-wheeling and had never attempted it. She’d been scared that it might hurt her back, but once she’d been there, she hadn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it either.

She could still picture the smiles on Elle’s and Quinn’s faces as Granny had ridden past them all.

And somewhere on her phone were photos of a toucan and some sloths they’d seen.

The boat ride had been amazing until the storm, and she was convinced ceviche was her favorite appetizer—ever.

Plus, that sunset.

Combined with that kiss.

She’d spent the rest of the evening feeling weak in the knees every time she thought about it. Callum was good with words when he wanted to be—and even better with his mouth when he kissed.

But I’d better not think about that right now.

Settling onto the bed, she opened the book and laid on her left side to read, facing the wall. She’d barely started reading when the door to the bathroom opened, and Callum strode out. A moment later, the towel snapped against her backside, stinging, and she cried out with a laugh. “What the hell was that?”

She turned to see Callum standing a few feet from the bed, his wet hair sticking up in several directions, towel slung over his shoulder. He had shorts on but was shirtless, a few drops of water still clinging to the rigid muscles of his torso. A grin was on his handsome face. “That’s what you get for not warning me the water was frigid.”

She grinned and gave a scoffing laugh. “Who doesn’t check the water temperature before they get in the shower?”

“Someone who’s expecting it to be already warmed up.” Callum leaned past her and grabbed the empty pillow. “And I’ll take that for my comfortable floor bed, thank you.” He glanced at the sheets she’d already crawled under. “Do I get a blanket tonight, or should I resign myself to a wet towel?”

She grimaced, glancing at the hard tile he’d slept on the first night they’d been in the room. He hadn’t protested or even asked for a different arrangement, but the guilt was there regardless.

She scooted over closer to the wall, pushing her pillow. “You can sleep in the bed. I’m not going to pretend we haven’t already shared one.”

“What about our body parts being close together?” Callum asked, laughter in his eyes.

Considering your tongue was down my throat today . . .

Liddy threw him a glare. “Do you want to sleep on the bed or not?”

Callum tossed the pillow back down beside hers. Climbing on the bed, he swung his legs onto it. He laid back, head on his pillow, then shifted to his side, leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

Which must be hard in a full-sized bed.

She glanced at her book, then shut it. “Will you put this on the nightstand?”

Callum retrieved it, glancing at the spine as he set it down. “Every Piece of Me?”

Great. Here comes the commentary.“Yeah, it’s a romance.”

“The half-naked man on the cover gave it away.” He smirked, then shut off the light. “So that’s what you enjoy?”

“Among other things.” She rolled onto her back. The room was mostly dark except for the faintest moonlight from the crescent moon. The curtains wouldn’t have helped if it was a full moon.

“So what other things? Elves and fae or shifters?”

What?

She glanced at him and laughed. “You read romance?”

“I read nonfiction. But I’mawareof what’s popular.” He leaned closer and said in a mock whisper, “Contrary to popular belief, I’m actually not an ogre who never leaves my office cave.”

“Yes, if I remember correctly, there seemed to be quite the parade of girlfriends in your life when we first met.”

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