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~ Prologue ~

SAMMARA

“Where are you going? Our bungalow’s this way.”

I stopped along the planks of the smooth wooden walkway, the crystal blue waters stretching in every direction beneath me. They reached all the way out to the picture-perfect horizon, where the sun seemed to be melting into its mirrored surface.

Bora Bora. The ultimate destination. My wildest, most insane travel fantasy…

My God, Sammara.

I still couldn’t believe we were actually here.

“That’s not our bungalow anymore,” Kyle called casually over his shoulder. “I upgraded us.”

He smiled and winked before continuing along the gangplanks, moving further out into the azure horizon. I could see his body was already sun-kissed from swimming and snorkeling all day. His magnificent shoulders looked tan and brown.

“What about all our stuff?”

“It’s already moved.”

“But—”

“Come on!”

He held out his hand, and I ran to take it. Kyle led me past the last of the other low-slung huts, to a longer walkway that stretched away from the rest. It ended in a tremendous, stunning pavilion, three times the size of the one we’d rented.

“We’re staying there?” I asked incredulously.

“Uh huh.”

“It’s huge!”

“Yup.”

My heart raced. As if I didn’t feel guilty enough…

It was one thing; having a gorgeous, muscle-bound Army Ranger for a boyfriend. Over the last three years, that part I’d certainly gotten used to.

But it was quite another thing… to have four of them at once.

“Who’d you think would love this place more?” I asked. “Jason or Ryan?”

Kyle laughed. “What about Dakota?”

“Well he’s from Iowa. It’s landlocked.”

“So? All the more reason he’d love it.”

The walkway ended, and we stepped onto the veranda of the most beautiful cabana I’d ever seen. White silk drapes floated in the breeze, acting as curtains. Just inside, I could see a sprawling common area with low seats and couches, covered in plush, colorful pillows and bamboo mats.

It was as beautiful as it was private. Like something straight out of a magazine.

It just didn’t look real.