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“What sort of idea?”

“It’s not fully formed yet. But when it is, I’ll let you know.”

She wanted to push him for more but knew she shouldn’t. Plus, she wanted to enjoy these last few minutes with Max in the sun on a beach in Mexico before they had to zip back to the tour bus on the ATV.

Even though she wanted to believe Max and his view that Ruby would do the right thing, Max didn’t know Tyler. And Tyler could be a persuasive, charming man. How else did he win over Ruby who had dated men more attractive and more successful than he? Would Ruby fall for whatever excuse he’d come up with for standing her up at their wedding? Maybe he’d even demand to take the rest of the cruise with Ruby and force Emily to find her own way home. After all, the cruise had been purchased for the newlyweds, not for the bride and her best friend.

But Ruby wouldn’t do that to her—would she?

“Whatever you’re worried about now, let it go.” Max’s voice brought her back to the beach and his gorgeous face. “No matter what happens, I’ll be there for you. We can face it together.”

“Even if Ruby kicks me off the cruise ship, and Tyler dumps my suitcase on the dock?”

A low rumble of laughter escaped from Max. “That’s what you’re worrying about?”

“It’s not funny.” She crossed her arms. “It could happen.”

He swept a curl off her forehead. “And if it did happen—which it won’t because Ruby would never do that to you—I’d move you right into my cabin. No worries, okay?”

Emily imagined sharing a cabin with Max. They’d never leave it if she had any say. A flush of heat crept across her body.

“I wouldn’t want to leave it either.” He leaned in, curved a hand behind her head, and drew her closer to him for a sexy, slow kiss that took her breath away.

Wow. He really could read her mind.

Chapter25

Meanie-Pants

As Max and Emily returned to the ship, they held hands. The ride back from the beach had been uneventful, except for the fact Emily had her hands all over Max’s abs for the entire ride and wondered how much longer it would be until they could be alone—in his cabin, in her cabin, behind the bar, in an empty theater, in an elevator...anywhere would do.

Max must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he lifted their joined hands to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. “Dinner tonight?”

“I’ll need to take a shower first.” Dried mud still coated some of her hair and face.

“Ooh, can I join?” His deep sexy voice almost undid her.

Did he realize how much the rumble affected her? From her head to her toes—goose bumps on her arms and sparkles in her eyes and those crazy hummingbirds inside her.

The vision of a naked Max under a shower head was almost more than she could stand.

But then she was reminded of the postage stamp size of the cabin showers. “I don’t think the shower was built for two.”

“Let’s find out.” He waggled his eyebrows.

She laughed and thought seriously about calculating the square footage of the shower and the average size of a human body multiplied by two. Or was it multiplied by pi? She wished she’d paid more attention in her high school algebra class. Why didn’t they give students real world problems? If Janie wanted to have sex with Johnny in the shower, how many square feet would they need?

Yes, that would’ve been helpful math knowledge.

As they approached the gangway, they both pulled out their room cards, which served as their entry passes onto the ship. Max scanned his first. Emily followed.

“There you are, Maxie-poo,” a familiar voice said.

Beyond the scanning machine, Sylvia stood with a frown.

Maxie-poo? What sort of ridiculous nickname was that for hot, gorgeous, manly Max? And who would dare call him that?

Emily’s irritation rose to level twelve out of twelve possible levels.

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