Page 118 of His Secret Gift

But she then claps her hands. “Come on! Since we still don’t know if your boyfriend is infected —”

“Calliope! For Christ’s sake!” Although, I didn’t hate hearing her call him my boyfriend.

She laughs. “Sorry. Let’s go explore the beach!”

Now that I can get on board for.

However, she grimaces when she sees the light shawl I put over my pink bathing suit. “Girl, we’re in Greece!”

“So?” I cover myself up even more with my arms.

She pulls it by the end and over my head before I can even protest. “We’re in Greece,” she then repeats. Next, she bounces my boobs up and down in her hands. “If there’s any place to show these puppies off, it’s here!”

“Hey!”It’s almost disgusting how similar she and Molly are.

“Come on!” she starts running out of the room. “Last one out is a rotten egg.” Of course, she takes my shawl with her so I can’t put it back on.

So, with reckless abandonment, I start after her—hoping to god my breasts stay covered as they bounce.

Eventually, I gain on her and even take the lead, but that’s before I think I hit a wall or building. Thankfully, when I get my bearings, I see it’s something much more pleasant—it’s Jack.

“Oh, it’s you.” He’s still holding onto both of my arms. I reach up and push some hair out of my face.

He smiles. “It’s me. We keep meeting like this,” he says, referring to the time in Fort Lauderdale when I smacked into him in a random alley way. “Um,” he coughs, “you’re looking…”

“Half naked?”

Jack looks down and smiles. “Something like that.”

“Haha,” Callie vocalizes as she runs past.

I give her the evil eye, and I want to kill her.

Finally releasing me, he awkwardly says, “Um, so I was just at the clinic.”

“Oh, right.” I’m still trying to catch my breath after all that exercise. “And?”

He claps his hands together in front of his body. “They’ll know in a few days.”

“A few days. Right.”

Then, he looks around before taking my hand. “But after that, I’ve found a rather secluded beach.”

My lord. This man is drop dead gorgeous,I think as the sun shines in his dark eyes and against his brown hair, almost making it look red in certain parts.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Mhm.” He brings his lower lip to my knuckles and softly grazes each one.

I feel a heat between my legs, and I cross them in an effort to stop it.

“Uh, where—where’s that?”

“The Karpathos Diakoftis Beach.”

“Ah. Alright.” As if that means anything to me.

He then leans closer and whispers in my ear, “Once this is all behind us, I can’t wait to take you right then and there in the sand. With nobody watching but God himself.”

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