Page 19 of Unbridled

“She caught your attention.” It wasn’t a question, but a conclusion. Interesting enough, zero jealousy colored his words.

“She did. Is she with you?”

Dayne shook his head. “A guest, the same as you.”

Heath frowned. “And you aren’t?”

Now close enough, Dayne jutted out his hand and Heath automatically shook it. “Dayne Lyons. Co-owner of this paradise.”

Right now he’d hold back his opinion on whether it was paradise or not. “Oh. Do the owners normally fraternize with the guests?”

The man’s lips twitched with amusement. “This co-owner does as much as possible.”

Heath made a conclusion of his own. “So, you made this place your own personal playground.”

“That wasn’t the goal, but it ended up being the result.”

To Heath, that sounded like predatory behavior. But he could be wrong since consent was emphasized several times on their website, also while checking in and even in the guest binder. However, this was an owner and not a guest. Did they hold themselves to the same standard?

The blonde Dayne had his fingers on—and in—certainly looked like she was perfectly okay with everything he’d been doing.

He asked, “Is it the same for the rest of the co-owners?”

“The other co-owner would be my twin brother Dylan. And no, he’s taken.”

“Ah.”

“My sister also lives on the property. She’s head chef.”

A family affair, apparently. “‘Also lives?’ Does that mean you live here, too?”

“I do. I live on one side of the farmhouse located behind the lodge.

Well, that was convenient. “Ah.”

“When did you check in?”

“This morning.” Heath paid extra to get an early check-in.

“Then, you haven’t had a tour yet.”

“As you saw, I was a little busy.” Since Dayne and the woman weren’t together… “What was the blonde’s name?”

Dayne hesitated before answering. “Cara.”

“Did she come solo?”

“I helped.”

Heath blinked until it hit him what Dayne meant. “I meant…”

Dayne smirked. “I know what you meant. I was seeing if you had a sense of humor.”

“I normally do but work’s been stressful and overwhelming lately, so it might reappear once I decompress a little.” That little orgy was a good start. The private hot tub behind his cabin would help, too. He might even book a massage.

“What do you do?”

“Nothing as exciting as owning a resort built around sex. I’m an investor.”

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