Page 19 of Jilted
Brett hadn’t really thought about food. In fact, he hadn’t spent much time planning anything in the way of meals or activities, because it had been his plan to spend the majority of the week in bed with Vanessa.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess we can just start walking until we find a place.”
“Sounds good. I can’t wait to get out there and see the island.”
He nodded and took a deep breath. “Look, Amy, I’m really sorry about this morning. I?—”
“Let’s just forget about it, okay?”
With a smile, Brett said, “Already done.” There was no way he’d ever be able to forget how she’d felt in his arms.
“This island is a lot bigger than I thought,” Amy said with a laugh.
“Yeah, no kidding.” Brett wiped sweat from his brow.
They’d spent the last four hours walking the entire island, getting a feel for where things were and ideas of things they could do for the week. It was a nice walk, and all the awkwardness from earlier that morning had vanished. They were Brett and Amy again. And that felt damn good, even though he really wanted more.
“Were you serious about scuba diving?” she asked.
“You really don’t want to?” He held open the door to their bungalow and motioned for her to go first. “It could be fun.”
“What if we get stung by a jellyfish or something? Or we encounter a shark? I’ve seen that movie Open Water. I’m not going to get stranded in the middle of the ocean.”
Brett laughed and followed her inside. “We’re not going to get stranded in the ocean.”
“Okay, but that doesn’t mean we won’t be eaten by fish.”
He laughed again. “I think you’re overreacting a little.”
“I’m not overreacting.” Amy tossed her hair over her shoulder and shot him a sideways glance. “I’m being cautious.”
That look nearly killed him; it was so damn sexy. “Well, if cautious is what you’re being, then we probably shouldn’t go swimming right now, either.”
Amy’s eyes widened. “You don’t think there’d be jellyfish where we’re swimming, do you?”
“Uh, you realize we’re going to be swimming in the ocean, right?” He winked, knowing his response would get a rise out of her.
“That’s it,” she put her hands in the air, “I’m not going.”
“Oh, yes you are.”
“Oh, no I’m not.” Amy crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes at him.
He grinned. “You are not going to spend the entire week holed up in this bungalow. This is my honeymoon, and if I can’t spend it having sex, then I’m damn well going to spend it having fun with my best friend.”
Reluctantly, she smiled. “Fine. I’ll go change.”
Ten minutes later, they walked toward the area of the island that was designated for swimming. Brett was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Amy and his erection concealed. That thing she called a bathing suit was nothing more than a few scraps of material held together by a couple pieces of string. Don’t get him wrong, she looked fantastic, but therein was the problem. He wasn’t the only one noticing her. Brett frowned.
“What’s wrong?” Amy asked.
“The beach is packed.” He thought this island was small, allowing only a certain number of guests at a time. That was the primary reason he’d chosen to come here. “Let’s go back to that place near our bungalow.”
“We’re not allowed to swim there. Won’t we get in trouble?”
“Only if we get caught.” He smiled. “Do you really want to swim there with all those people?” He nodded toward the beach.
“You’re right. Okay, let’s go.”
