Page 79 of Pleasure Island

I stared at Mila, hungry for the sight of her.

What was she doing here?

This was one thing I hadn’t been prepared for – seeing Mila here. She should be back in New York. It was the middle of the week. She’d have clients.

But that was her, walking right next to her grandmother.

Just looking at her brought back all the shit I’d been trying to make myself forget – unsuccessfully.

It brought back the sight of that teasing, warm smile.

The way she tasted.

The way she sighed against me when we lay together, her hand coming up to rest on my chest.

Something clued her into my presence, because she glanced my way, then back at her grandmother.

Not even a second later, her head swung around, and she stared at me in shock as recognition hit.

Our gazes locked, and I felt the impact of that connection straight to my soul.

Say something, dumbass.

But all I could do was…stare.

She wore a long denim skirt and a tank top that revealed her sleek, toned arms and hugged her breasts.

Her mouth parted on a startled breath.

Slowly, I took a step toward her.

Mila turned on her heel and marched away, the denim skirt swishing around her feet with each step.

Deflating, I closed my eyes.

“You should go after her,” a soft, kind voice said.

I looked over at Millie and shook my head. “She just took off running like she couldn’t get away from me fast enough. I don’t think she wants me coming after her.”

“Well…” Millie heaved out a sigh. “Sometimes we don’t know what we want. But I saw the way you two looked at each other. Again, Liam…go after her. Especially if you want her like I think you do.”

I cast a look at Mila’s quickly retreating form.

Did I want her?

Hell, yes.

“Go,” Millie said again.

I went.

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