Page 65 of The All-Inclusive

“Must be nice.” Trent’s fingers stroke my knee under the table, steady and calm and soothing.

Logan considers that. “Living in a place where there’s no sex shame?” He grins again, showing dimples this time. “It definitely doesn’t suck.”

“I didn’t expect that, but I love it.” I pause to say thanks to a waiter, who sets down a basket of bread. “A complete absence of shame is what I like best about Crystal Bliss.” I pick out a fat, fluffy slice and consider amending my statement. “I mean, the food’s great, too. And the beaches are gorgeous. And the sex stuff is epically, fantastically phenomenal.”

“Thank you,” both guys say in unison. They laugh and give each other a surreptitious fist bump while I fire back with a fond eye roll.

“Shame has no place here,” I finish, buttering my pillowy hunk of sourdough. “That’s what’s amazing about Crystal Bliss.”

“Amen,” Trent says, raising his glass in a toast. “Pretty nice escape from the real world.”

Logan lifts one sandy brow, along with his glass. “Speak for yourself,” he says, clinking his wine flute to mine. “Thisismy real world.”

“You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” Trent touches his glass to Logan’s, then his forehead furrows. “Returning tomyreal world is gonna be tough. Going wheels up at any given moment, headed to some godforsaken country where half the things we've done here would be illegal?” Shaking his head, he sighs. “I love my job, don’t get me wrong. It’s an honor to serve my country, and I’m proud to be a SEAL.”

“You plan to stay in for the long haul?” Logan asks.

“Yep.” Trent takes his own slice of bread, removing his hand from my knee. “Maybe not on the teams—being a SEAL is a young man’s job you can only do as long as your body holds out—but I’m career Navy, just like my old man.”

I see his jaw clench at the mention of his father, so I quickly change subjects. “How about you, Logan?”

“What about me?”

“How long do you think you’ll be a consort?”

He gives me a jovial eyebrow wiggle. “As long as my body holds out?” There’s a pause while Trent and I chuckle, then Logan gets serious. “I dunno. I’ve been thinking about my next move. I’m paid really well here.Reallywell.”

He sounds sorta surprised, but I’m not. Camille has told me how devoted Ash is to paying his staff generously.

Trent finishes buttering his bread and puts his hand back on my knee. “That mean you’re in it for the long haul? You’ll be banging guests until your balls drag on the ground?”

Logan laughs, absently gliding his fingers over my arm. “Nah, that’s not where I was going with that. I meant that since I’m paid well and I don’t have many expenses, I’ve managed to save a lot. My stepdad’s a stockbroker, so he’s helped me invest well. When the time comes to leave, I’ll have plenty of breathing room to figure out my next move.”

“That’s great.” Trent sounds truly happy for him. “In the meantime, it’s a pretty cool job, huh?”

“No kidding.” Logan’s still smiling, but I sense something deeper in his expression. In the delicate stroke of his fingers on my arm. “Guess I’ll know when the time’s right to change course. In the meantime, I’ll live it up here.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Trent sips his wine, one arm draped casually over the back of my chair. “I’m all for taking your time to figure things out.”

A weird little pang pinches my belly.A few days.

That’s how long Trent asked for to decide what he sees for our future. Until then, I’m hanging out wondering whether that white gown I bought will ever get used for a wedding.

Can I still wear white?

Don’t think about that right now.

Maybe Trent’s right. Maybe the real world can wait for a bit.

“Tell us a story, Logan,” I suggest. “Maybe one of the moreuniqueenchantments you’ve done here.”

“Hmm.” He leans back in his seat, taking his water glass with him. After a sip, he sets it down. “I want to be careful about sex shaming. Everyone has different kinks, and stuff you guys might finduniqueorunusualcould be somebody else’s sexiest core fantasy.”

“I get it,” I promise. “Camille’s always saying, ‘Don’t yuck someone else’s yum.’”

“Exactly.” Logan smiles. “Okay, this one time a guest ordered our Dark Side of the Moon package.”

Trent’s brow furrows. “What’s that?”

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