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I nod. I had assumed she’d want to leave today, and I made a call that I think will be good for her. “Of course. We were supposed to be in Jamaica for a few more days. Wedon’t need to go home to the cold weather yet. Are you up for something a little out of the box?”

“Anywhere but here.”

“Okay.” I rub her back. “What can I do for you right now? I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“You’re already doing it.” She rests her head on my chest for several long beats until she randomly says, “I wish I had a penis.”

“Well…that’s not what I expected you to say. May I ask why?”

“So I could whip it out and piss on her grave.”

I can’t help but smile. “I just so happen to have a very large penis. I also happened to have had a lot of water before we came here.”

She looks up at me in question, and I nod. Her trademark mischievous smile finds her face. “I’ll block you from view.”

We both look around. The only people still in sight are Bailey and Tanner, standing by their rental car on the street. Their backs are to us. Kam positions herself so that her body blocks mine from their possible view.

Because I’m a bit of a goner for this girl, I unzip my pants, whip out my dick, and piss all over her mother’s grave.

I mumble, “Don’t develop a grave pissing fetish. This is a one-time thing.”

She giggles, and it’s music to my ears.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

KAMRYN

We’re driving north up the Florida coastline in our rental car. I have absolutely no clue where our final destination is. I turn to him from the passenger seat. “Where are we going?”

Cheetah smirks as he casually changes lanes. “You’ll see.” He winks at me. “It’s an unexpected treasure I found in Florida a few years ago. That’s the only clue you’re getting.”

Clue? That’s no clue. He’s being elusive on purpose. Ugh. I hate uncertainty.

It’s nearly midnight when we eventually pull into some sort of large community with a gate. Cheetah stops the car as a security guard approaches and asks, “Who are you here to visit?”

“Cruz Gonzales here to shower love and affection onto the one and only goddess of West Coast Florida, Jane Rockefeller. She’s expecting us.”

Why does that name sound vaguely familiar? Damn. I can’t place her.

The guard looks at his clipboard and nods. “Yes, sir. She left your name.” He presses a button and the gate opens. “You can go through. Do you know which house is hers?”

Cheetah nods. “I sure do.”

“Have a good night.”

“You too.”

We drive through the gate to the expansive community of homes. There must be hundreds of them, all in varying sizes from one-level smaller homes to large mansions. It’s hard to tell at night, but it looks like there’s both coastal water and a golf course. That’s kind of common for Florida communities. Though they’re usually for older people. I’m not sure what we’re doing here. I don’t think Cheetah has grandparents in the area.

He navigates us through the streets of the community as though he’s been here before. Finally, we pull up to a decent-sized one-story home. Probably the biggest one-story home I’ve seen yet. Before I can ask any more questions, the front door opens. Trey, Gemma, and an older woman walk out. Jane Rockefeller. Oh. Gemma’s grandmother. I briefly met her one time, and I know Cheetah adores her, but they call her Grammy Jane. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her last name until tonight. That’s why I couldn’t place her.

Other than recommending the clothing boutique and a few short conversations at Screwballs, I haven’t spent a ton of time with Gemma. She doesn’t come out often because they have a baby boy whose name I can’t remember. Bailey is closer to her, and Cheetah considers her one of his best friends. I know they have monthly lunches to discuss their mutual love of romance novels.

“That’s Gemma’s grandmother, right?” I ask. “The one who visited a few months ago.”

He nods. “Yes. We call her Grammy Jane. She’s the best. I sometimes hang out here during Spring Training. She and her friends are a riot. This place gives you perspective. Luckily, Gemma and Trey are visiting this week for the holiday season. They come down here anytime they can.”

“Remind me of their baby’s name.”

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