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Ruby clapped her hands. “That sounds spectacular.” She bolted upright, and her eyes sparkled. “I think I’m going to take a cold shower, wash off this cream, and figure out what I’m going to wear tomorrow.”

Emily stomach roiled when the mattress bounced. “I think I’ll digest a little bit longer.”

“I want oodles of pictures, so I can post them all over my Instagram when we get back.”

“For sure.” For a fleeting moment, the reminder of photography had her mind jumping to Max. What had happened today? And what would he think when they didn’t turn up at dinner? Maybe nothing. Maybe he’d be glad they didn’t show, so he could eat a meal in peace. Clearly, the rapport they’d had at breakfast wasn’t real. Max must have been too polite to tell her to her face that he wanted some time to himself. Had she come across as clingy? Or weird in some way?

Oh.

She’d pretended to die when he’d hit her with his finger bullets.

Yeah, a bit much. A bit childish. A bit unsophisticated compared to his ex, Penelope.

That must be it.

She blew a strand of hair out of her eyes. It wouldn’t move. She tried several more times. Nothing. Annoyed, she took the deepest breath possible and blew with all her might. The strand still blocked her vision.

“Argh.”

“Everything okay?” Ruby called from the bathroom. The sound of running water garbled her words.

“It’s fine.” Emily lifted her hand to pluck the offending strand. It had been glued to her cheek with cream.

Of course.

Without thinking, she used the back of her hand to wipe across her face. Cream smeared on her eyelids and some got into her eyes. And burned. Badly.

“Dammit. Ouch, ouch, ouch.” Emily felt around for one of the cloth napkins on the trays.

Knock, knock, knock.

Great. Probably Room Service back to pick up their trays.

“Hold on!” She cracked one eye open. It burned less than the other one, but everything was blurry. “I’m coming.” All she had to do was open the door, usher in the server, and then she could fix her painful eyes.

“Emily? Are you okay?”

Oh, God. It was Max.

Chapter13

Cream Gets in Your Eyes

Emily, covered in sunburn cream wearing only a beach towel and some risqué underwear, stood frozen at the cabin door. Not the way she had imagined her next encounter with Max the Gorgeous. If she hadn’t already been sunburned, her cheeks would’ve flamed as red as a strawberry daiquiri.

She blinked.

Her eyes burned with more intensity.

“My eyes.” Blindly, she rushed for the trays on the bed to retrieve a cloth napkin, but instead she tripped over a pair of sandals and tumbled to the floor.

Of course.

“Let me help.” A strong hand grasped her upper arm, and Max lifted her to her feet. “Oh,” he breathed.

Her towel had slipped.

Oh no.

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