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In a way I shouldn’t. In a way that makes my heart beat faster and my lips tingle and my skin hum. In a way that reminds me I’m far too happy to see her again, and it’s not because she’s saving my arse.

Blimey. How inopportune is this?

I watch her for a moment, my world tilting on its axis, and I have no idea what to do.

I have a serious thing for my fake girlfriend, and never has a woman been more off-limits to me in my life.

She hears Fen make an impatient noise, and her head snaps up. A smile springs to her lips, and I think I might be in trouble with this hands-to-myself business because, wow, is she stunning. And the peek of cleavage she’s treating me to is damn near impossible not to ogle.

“I just won five thousand dollars on my casino game. Vacation paid for.”

A chuckle flies past my lips as I walk us over and take the seat across from her. “Is that so?”

“No. I was taught never to use a real name or put any of my financial information online. Welcome to being a Fritz.”

I nod toward where the car just dropped us. “I believe that after meeting Morgan Fairchild.”

“My grandpa saved his life, and he’s one of the few men I trust with mine without question.”

“Then I trust him as well.”

“You should. Did he tell you about our stops?”

“Yes.” I pull Fenric out of his chair and straight onto my lap. The lad is knackered and just sort of sits on me with his Curious George held against his chest and two fingers in his mouth.

“We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” She reaches into a large knapsack beside her. “Do you want something to read?” She pulls out three gossip magazines with my face on them, and I groan.

“No thanks.”

“Are you sure? Because this one promises I’ll learn everything there is to know about Loomis Powell’s secret past. This one is going to tell me all about Loomis Powell and his past lovers.”

I sigh. In my twenty-nine years, I’ve never had a girlfriend, and the world knows it. It’s why they go so barmy whenever I’mseen with anyone. For a while, it was Tinsley, but we dispelled that rumor when she got together with Stone and we stayed best friends. Now I have a son who’s real and a girlfriend who’s not, and the world is ravenous for it. The island sounds lovely and remote, but if the press can find us, they will. They have no boundaries with that sort of thing.

“I can also learn eight things I should do with my tongue during oral sex,” she continues without skipping a beat. “And the last one will coach me on ways to tell my man how to give me the best orgasm ever.”

I freeze, instantly forgetting the rubbish about me she mentioned when I already know eight things she can do with her tongue during oral sex, and I’m one hundred percent positive I don’t need her to tell me how to give her the best orgasm ever because I could do it with my eyes closed, one hand tied behind my back, and without breaking a sweat. I’d give it to her so good and so many times she’d never have to read another crap sex article again.

“I’m all set,” I murmur, my voice raspy.

Suddenly it’s hot in here, and my jumper feels like it’s strangling me. Maybe I should put my face in the soft pillows of her cleavage. That would likely help.

“Shame. I guess I’ll have to do all the reading then.”

“Let me know what it says about my secret past and all my lovers.”

“I plan to. Don’t you want to know what else I discover?”

Yes. Yes, I fucking want to know.

“Nah.”Change the subject, change the subject, change the bloody subject!I tilt my head. “I already know how to give you the best orgasm you’d ever have.”

She blushes to her roots, though there’s no hiding the mischievous glimmer in her eyes. “And my tongue?” she askscoyly, making me sputter. I did not expect my innocent little flower to retort like that.

Christ, my cock isthrobbing. But to shock her the way she just shocked me, I say, “That I’ll leave up to you to learn, though I bet you’re already magic with that. But if you need someone to practice on, I’m happy to offer my services.”

Her jaw drops, and I instantly regret it. That’s old Loomis, not new Loomis, talking. I wish she weren’t so my type while being the complete opposite of it.

“Sorry. Pretend I didn’t say that.” I clear my throat and finally do the smart thing and change the subject as I pull my focus from her and work on making sure Fen is all set for takeoff. “How long are you planning on staying in Florida?”