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I was still baffled at how I was indirectly linked to her back then. Would we have become friends if I had met the restaurant owner? Would Vanessa have been there?

She swiped to some new pics. “Who are these people?”

I glanced at the image, and my mood soured. “My enemies.”

“Is this the doctor who cared for you?”

“No. Dr. Messina was a resident shadowing Dr. Noah Marks, who cared for me. But my doctor died suspiciously a day before I was released.”

She pursed her lips as she looked at the doctor. “You think he has something to do with it?”

“I suspect, yes, but I don’t have any proof. Right now, he’s on my shit list like so many others.”

“Aside from running your multiple businesses, you’re also investigating an old crime. When do you sleep?”

I grabbed my phone, placed it back on its charging station, and yanked her to me. “When my wife fulfills her promise to me. I don’t want to talk about my enemies on my wedding night.”

“What did I promise?” Amusement sparked in her eyes.

I took her hand and placed it over my hard dick. “To give something your attention.”

“Like this?” She stroked me slowly, making my breathing heavy.

“Yes,” I moaned in pleasure.

When her mouth came over me, my eyes rolled back, and I let my talented wife have her way with me.

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

VANESSA

The next day,we woke at nine in the morning, which was late for both of us. We showered together in the massive bathroom and had another memorable escapade. We couldn’t get enough of each other. After the long shower, I chose a coral T-shirt with khaki shorts for Attikus. I wore a coral top with white flowers and a flowing white skirt.

Attikus took a phone call in his office and told me to start the breakfast order he’d placed after our steamy shower.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I smiled as I ate a bowl of papaya and mangoes. Last night was unforgettable. Maui now held a special place in my heart. My body was sore from several rounds of wild sex, but I’d never been more alive. My body zinged with energy. Attikus was the best lover I’d ever had—a sex warrior who knew how to please me. He knew how to touch me everywhere.

“Why are you smiling?” Attikus stepped out of the office, eyeing me.

My core tightened, remembering what had happened last night.

I finished my papaya and mango and placed the fork down. “Just thinking.”

“About what?”

“About how good you are in bed.”

“You’ve just made my day, Lily Pad.” He bent to kiss me. “Let’s do it again tonight.”

We should probably take advantage of our last full day together. Tomorrow, we’d be heading back to Providence—back to reality. This vacation had been a dream. But like all wonderful dreams, it would soon end.

“Okay.” I bit my bottom lip, wondering what other skills he had. “I want to walk along the shore today. You want to come with me? We can bring a sketchbook.”

I couldn’t believe I’d shared so much with him last night. But he’d also shared a lot with me. My husband was an artist, but one incident had destroyed his passion and motivation. I would probably have lost interest too. I wanted to erase the pain and grief he’d endured.

Who were these people who had hurt him? They didn’t deserve to live.

“Okay, but I’d rather watch you sketch.” He folded himself into the chair next to me. “We can go after I have my croissant.” He took two croissants from the container, placing one on my plate and one on his.