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“She laughed. You’re good!” Miles shouts.

“I’m still waiting for an explanation,” I holler at him but he doesn’t respond.

“I’ll give you an explanation tonight,” Rhett says. “I promise.”

I blow out a breath. “Fine. We can use the conference room after all your brothers have left.”

“Nope. I’m taking you out for dinner at the resort.”

“The resort?”Hideaway Haven Resortis the only resort on Smuggler’s Hideaway. It’s also super expensive since its clientele are the rich and famous.

“Yep. I’ll pick you up at the motel at seven.” He saunters away before I have a chance to protest.

My muscles vibrate with excitement as I watch him leave. I try to calm them down but I can’t. Rhett is taking me to a fancy restaurant.

To apologize, I remind myself. And he’s my ex.

But he doesn’t want to be.

Nope. I’m not thinking about this. It’s time to work.

Chapter 34

“I am not letting Dakota slip away from me. She wants to run away. I’m chasing her.” ~ Rhett

Rhett

Excitement vibrates through my body as I pull into theMermaid Motelparking lot. Dakota hasn’t forgiven me yet, but she will. I won’t settle for anything less. Because Dakota is mine. She’s the woman I love. The woman I plan to spend the rest of my days with.

I stop in front of her suite and her door opens. I jump out of my vehicle.

“You were supposed to wait for me to knock.”

She rolls her eyes. “Mr. High and Mighty has arrived at the party.”

I start to tell her I’m not high or mighty but my words get caught in my throat when I notice what she’s wearing. The black dress hugs all her curves. My mouth waters. I want my hands on those curves again while she’s writhing beneath me in passion. My cock twitches. It’s on board.

“What’s wrong?” she asks and I realize I’m standing still in the parking lot staring at her. I hope I’m not drooling.

I clear my throat. “I want to throw you over my shoulder and drag you into the hotel room and do dirty, dirty things to you.”

Her cheeks warm and the flush travels down her neck to her chest. I groan at the peek of her breasts.

“Sorry,” she breathes out. “No bedroom shenanigans.”

I’ll change her mind. I’ll confess why I was a complete dumbass and get her to forgive me. I won’t – can’t – accept any other alternative.

I open the door to my SUV and help her inside. I can’t resist trailing my fingers over her hips as I lift her. Her breath hitches and I duck my head to hide my smile. Dakota still wants me. She just doesn’t want to.

“How’s your blood sugar?” I ask once I’m driving toward theHideaway Haven Resort.

She frowns at me. “I’ve been handling my diabetes by myself for a long time. I don’t need you to control me.”

“I’m not trying to control you. I’m concerned. Diabetes isn’t a joke.”

“You’re telling me,” she mumbles.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this. It can’t be easy.”

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