Page 2 of The Perfect Escape

“Orsomething?” I scoffed. “You don’t even know, do you?”

He shrugged in a way that annoyed me. God, I loved this man. I really did. But sometimes, all I wanted to do was strangle him. He knew an escape room was the exact opposite of what I wanted, so why in the hell had he gotten it in his head that I would be up for it? Ugh.

“I think you’ll like it.”

“I doubt it,” I said flatly.

“Well, I paid a lot of money for it.”

“How much?”

“A couple grand.”

I sat straight up, some of my frozen margarita spilling on my thigh. I screeched as the icy peach drink slid across my warm skin, shooting him an evil look as his laugh rang out across the beach.

“What in the hell is wrong with you?” I hissed, snatching a towel from his outstretched hand. “A couplegrand? On a kids’ game?”

“It’s not a kids’ game,” he protested. “It’ll be a fun challenge.”

“Do we win anything?” I asked.

“Confidence in our intelligence? Trust in each other? Knowing we’ve got sexy brains?”

“We already know that. And god knows you don’t need a bigger ego.”

He took a sip of his drink. “I promise it’ll be fun.”

“Greg.” I sighed. “Do we have to go? Can you get a refund? What happened to us just laying out on the beach? What happened to ourplan?”

“It’s in an hour,” he announced. “And I swear, Rosie, it’ll be relaxing. How about you finish your margarita, then we’ll head back to our room and get dressed?”

Damn it. I really didn’t want to do a stupid escape room. I shot him another disgruntled look and resettled myself, scowling at the ocean. Palm leaves danced above me as a warm breeze blew across the beach. Chatter echoed from the family a few yards away from us. There were a few other people scattered here and there, including a couple of sexy men I’d been eyeing.

I took a long sip of my margarita and let out a long groan. “Fine. We’ll do the escape room. And you’ll make it up to me later.”

“Oh, I absolutely will,” he promised.

I smiled, despite the temporary annoyance.

That was the thing about Greg.

He always kept his promises.

One of the hot strangers I’d been eyeing since I’d sprawled out on this beach chair slowed as he walked by us. He had sea-salt-tangled blond hair drawn up into a loose bun and golden muscles for days. His jaw was sharp with a short, well-kept beard. Dark brown eyes danced with mischief and lust, an Adonis-like concoction of desire. The stranger was also tall.Reallyfucking tall.

What in the hell are you doing?I mentally scolded myself.

He tossed me a wink as he headed towards the door to the hotel.

My brows shot up and I looked over at Greg, but he was obviously zoned out, reading a book on birds. Or whatever the hell that man was interested in today.

The second man—a gruffer, bulkier dark-haired god—walked by, too. Despite his long legs, he took his time strolling past. His beard was far more rugged, his dark brows relaxing as he offered a soft, promising smile.

My cheeks turned even redder under his brief, heated gaze. Once again, I looked over at Greg, but he didn’t notice.

It didn’t hurt to look, right?

I wasn’t doing anything wrong.

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