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"Sure." I didn't want to go to bed where Felicity was sleeping,where she'd expect us to make love. If I was having trouble fucking my gorgeous and sexy fiancéenowbefore we were married, what kind of sex life would we have when we were married?

I drank a whole finger of Scotch in one go at that thought.

Chapter Twelve

ELIKA

Ihad peace for a while.

Dean left for parts unknown, and the Thatchers started to go to restaurants that were not at the resort.

My housekeeping colleague, who had been on maternity leave, came back, so she was assigned the bungalows that caused furor whenever I was in them.

Everyone at Hale Moana was getting a little tired of the complaints from Ginny and Felicity abouteverything. Leilani took great pleasure in telling Ginny that I was not cleaning their bungalows, so it looked like the new person cleaning was having the same problems as me—which was her way of saying, "Stop bitching and moaning,please."

At least it was tolerable right now, I thought as I pedaled down the coastal road toward Ka Pono, the island of Kauai unfurling around me in its usual, effortless beauty.

Even after all these years, I never got tired of the view. The road, lined with towering palm trees and patches of hibiscus in full bloom, wound along the coast like a ribbon, snaking between the sapphire ocean and the emerald green cliffs that rose like sentinels on the other side. Ahead, the deep blue of the Pacific stretched endlessly, the sunlight shimmering on the waves like crushed diamonds.

Behind me, I could still feel the pull of the Napali Coast, one of my favorite places to hike. The jagged cliffs, lush with tropical vegetation, plunging straight into the sea. It was rugged and wild; everything the rest of my life wasn't. I'd spent hours hiking those trails, trying to lose myself in the endless green of the valleys, the waterfalls that poured from the heavens, and the secret beaches that felt like they belonged to no one but me.

I hadn't seen Dean even before he left the resort—actually since he came to my cottage. He probably realized what a bad idea it had been to come knocking on my door, demanding a conversation neither of us was ready to have. I was grateful,honestly. I didn't need the complications, didn't need Felicity's pouty glares, and didn't need to be sucked back into their world.

Liar! You miss seeing him.

Dean hadn't been in Kauai for nearly a week now, not that I was counting days or anything.

Yes, you are!

Was I not over him? Damn it. Or maybe since he was my last good lay, and I missedthat. It was normal, wasn't it?

It's been four years, so, no, it's not normal, and you fell in love with him, so the rest of the crap you're trying to feed yourself isn't true either.

I had tried to date after Dean—but it hadn’t been easy, not with the aftermath of Daddy and Noe’s accident, and working all thefreakingtime on top of it.

Keeping a positive outlook was getting harder and harder.

I was exhausted. I'd lost weight, which I'd convinced myself was a good thing. Didn't every woman need to lose some pounds? I'd never had trouble with how I looked. I used to not be skinny or curvy, just average. Now, I could see my ribs and it wasn't a good look.

No one is seeing you naked, Elika, so get over yourself, will ya?

Maybe I should find someone to see me naked. Some good, sweaty sex was what I probably needed.

"Come for me, baby, because I can't hold on any longer," Dean groaned as he pounded me from behind.

With him, sex was always surprising, fun, and exciting. It wasn't boring and missionary. The best part was that I always came. He knew what he was doing when he stroked my clitoris, found my G-spot, and twisted my nipples. He knew just how far and how much to touch.

"Dean, I can't," I whimpered. I'd already come twice, and that was one more than I normally did.

"Yes, baby, I want to feel you milk my cock. Please. Give in, Elika." His voice was guttural, his fingers brutal as they played with the nub of nerves between my legs.

I was remembering my orgasm when another mini-explosion occurred…on the road. I was rounding a bend when my bike's front tire lost its grip on the asphalt, and I heard the familiar hiss of a flat tire.

Of course. Of fucking course.

I growled in frustration, pulling to the side of the road and hopping off my bike, giving the tire a once-over. It was completely deflated. Great. Ka Pono was still at least a mile up the road. The stretch ahead was mostly uphill, the kind that made your thighs burn even when you were pedaling, and now I'd have to walk it while pushing the bike beside me.

Wonderful.

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