Page 93 of Revenge Honeymoon

Emily was in love.

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The rumble of an ATV interrupted their kiss.

Emily didn’t know where things would go from here with Max, but she didn’t care. All she cared about now was that someone had interrupted them and how much she wished that person would turn around and go back where he came from.

Max was the first to break away. He squeezed her waist and stared into her eyes for a few moments. Emily never realized how much emotion could be exchanged with a mere look. Warmth radiated through her body.

He smiled crookedly and turned to assess the approaching ATV. The driver wore a shirt that read ‘GUIDE’ in bright yellow lettering. Guess the tour company hadn’t planned on abandoning them on the trail. She hadn’t needed to give Max a ride after all.

Would she have done it anyway had she known?

She touched her lips still wet from their kiss.

One-hundred percent yes.

The guide braked and flipped up his visor. It was Miguel/Mateo/Marco. “I saw the stuck ATV back there.”

Max’s face reddened.

“Yours?” The guide looked to Emily.

“Yes,” Emily said. Why not take the blame? Did she care? Not really. In fact, she was surprised it hadn’t been her stuck in the mud.

Giving a nod, he dug a radio out of his backpack. “You two okay?” He pointed at each of them in turn.

Emily joined Max near the middle of the trail and slid her hand into his. “We are totally, absolutely okay.”

Max gazed at her. Another look passed between them. Last night hadn’t been a fling. It hadn’t been some one night stand. They both knew it. Something deeper had happened in his cabin last night, and they both seemed to wordlessly agree it was worth exploring.

“Yes,” Max rumbled in that low, sexy voice she loved.

It took everything inside her not to push him into the jungle, strip him naked, and try a few things they hadn’t had time for last night. She would never tire of touching his body, especially the rippling abs she knew existed under his shirt. Maybe she could try kissing each muscle.

Hmmmm.

The guide held a walkie-talkie to his mouth and spoke in rapid Spanish.

While he arranged a pick up for the stuck ATV, Max returned to their earlier conversation. “I don’t need to stay in Florida, you know.”

Was he suggesting what she thought he was suggesting? “You mean you’d move to Roanoke?”

Gulp.

Was she ready for that? A man she’d only met a few days ago? What if it all went wrong? And there were so many ways it could go wrong. He could decide her family was annoying—especially her brother—because hewasannoying. Then there was the fact she had a business to build. Would she have time for a relationship with client consults, all the food prep, and the picnic theme shopping? Or maybe he would tire of her. Maybe he’d find someone he liked better. Candace Beckley across the street from her parent’s place would definitely throw her hat in the ring, as she was always going after any hot guy she ran into. She’d been that way since high school. No way was Emily going to let that woman get anywhere near her Max.

Her Max.

She’d said it.

He was hers.

“I couldn’t imagine docking in Tampa and watching you walk away.” He drew her hand to his chest. “I only just found you. I’m not letting you out of my sight.”

The steady rhythm of his heartbeat calmed her fears.

“My parents have a guest room in the basement,” she blurted out. As if her parents would be okay with Emily’s hunky boyfriend living in the same house.

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