Page 88 of Resisting the Running Back

I duck my head. “I guess we just got comfortable as friends, and I wasn’t willing to risk that.”

“I know you’re quiet with your feelings, and that’s okay. I’m glad I know now. And Miller?”

“Yeah?” I ask, raising my brows. My chest tightens as I wait for her words, but I should know by now that I don’t have to worry when it comes to Sophie.

“This whole engagement has felt pretty damn real to me since pretty much the start.”

Relief washes over me at her words, and I drop a kiss to the top of her head since she’s sitting on a stool doing her makeup. “Same,” I murmur.

As it turns out, there aren’t any secrets revealed at dinner.

But Sophie and I do happen to catch onto a secretafterdinner.

We head to our cabana, and I close our little privacy shade. We’re kissing, and I’m about to slide my hand under her dress when we hear some voices outside the cabana.

“There’s no one up here,” a female voice says. It sounds familiar, and since seemingly half the guests on board this ship is related to me in one way or another, it very well could be someone I know. “Since we almost got caught last night, I don’t think we should go back to my room.”

Sophie pulls back from our kiss as we both freeze, neither of us wanting anyone to catch us out here when we’re about to get naked and fuck in a cabana.

“Well, we can’t go to mine,” a male voice says. “We could just…talkin one of these cabanas here.”

We hear a little rustling and some footsteps, and I think whoever is out there might be kissing, but it’s hard to tell kissing noises from anything else in a closed cabana over the sound of the wind and general sailing noises.

I move as slowly and quietly as I can, and I peek out through a little gap on the side of the shade, where I spot a man and a woman in a passionate embrace.

The man’s back is toward me, and he’s blocking the woman as he pulls back. “We shouldn’t do this out here,” he says.

“I know,” she says.

He turns to look around as if he hears someone approaching, and as he turns in my direction, I see who it is.

It’s Grace’s dad, Steve.

I force myself not to react despite the surprise weaving its way through me.

But when he moves out of the way to gesture toward the cabana he can sit in with his lady and I see who that lady is, I can’t help the breath of surprise that heaves from my chest.

Holy shit.

I lean back in the cabana, my eyes wide, and Sophie tilts her head.

“What’s wrong?”

“It was Steve Newman,” I begin in a whisper as low as I can manage.

“Grace’s dad?” she asks, her whisper as soft as mine.

I nod.

Sophie’s eyes get wide with excitement that she’s in on the family gossip. “With who?” she asks. “Someone we know?”

I nod again.

“Who?” she repeats.

“Missy Nash.”

She gasps. “Oh my God!” she nearly squeals.

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