Page 113 of A Million Times, Yes

She ran her teeth over her lip. “I’m strangely enjoying these surprises and how each one is unfolding. I don’t want you to confirm the last one yet.”

I pointed at the galley wall. “That monitor normally shows the progress of the flight, the starting and ending destinations. I had our flight attendant black out the screen. The problem is, we’re going to have to go through customs inside the airport, so it’ll only be a secret for a few more minutes.”

“Then I’ll take those few more minutes.” She wrapped her arms around the middle of my body and rested her head on my chest. “This has already been the best vacation I’ve ever been on.” She looked up at me. “And I realize we haven’t even gotten off the plane, so that should show you how much traveling I’ve done.”

I moved several pieces of hair off her face. “I love that about you. And I love that I’ll be the one who gets to show you the world.”

I kissed her until the plane stopped, then waited for my crew to lower the stairs onto the tarmac before I brought her into the airport and joined the short line at customs.

She used her hand like a visor, holding it over her eyes. “For what it’s worth, I’m trying not to read any of the signs.”

I chuckled. “I think you know we’re in the Bahamas.”

“But I don’t know which part of the Bahamas.”

I held the back of her neck, my finger sliding into her hair. “You really don’t?”

Her hand dropped, and she tried to block her smile with her tongue. “I mean, you own a home here. One can only assume we’re on Windermere Island?”

“Close.”

“We’re not headed to your house?”

“We are. We’re just not on Windermere Island yet.”

We moved up to the window, and I handed over our passports. The customs agent stamped the inside, and we left the airport and got into the vehicle that was parked out front.

Nestled in the back seat, I pressed my lips to her shoulder. “I love the way the sun smells on you.” I then kissed her collarbone. The middle of her neck. The side of her head, parting her hair away from her ear so I could kiss its shell.

“The sun resonates with my skin because I’m a summer girl. I don’t love the cold. And I don’t love the snow.”

“It’s funny—for most of my life, I’ve always craved the fall and winter. That’s hockey season. The summer did nothing for me. I wanted to be playing, not practicing.”

“Do you still feel the same way?”

I stretched my arm across the back of the seat and moved closer, eliminating any space between us. “Nah. My body wants the heat.”

“I think we’re about to get some of that this week.”

With my mouth on her neck, I worked my gaze way down her chest, to where her tits were held in place by the thin fabric of her long, loose-fitting dress. “You’re going to be sweating almost every moment we’re here.”

“I am—” Her voice cut off when she looked at me. “Oh.Thatkind of sweating.” She smiled. “Okaaay, I like it.”

“You certainly will.”

The SUV stopped at a marina, and the driver opened our back seat door. After I climbed out, I gave Maya my hand, and I walked her past the gas pumps and toward the slips on the far side of the docks.

“This is getting more interesting by the second,” she said.

When we reached my wet slip, I stopped and turned her toward me. “Windermere Island is accessible by land or water. When I’m in the Bahamas, this just happens to be my favorite form of transportation.”

She looked at my seventy-five-foot yacht that was tied up next to us. “Oh boy. That beast is your boat, isn’t it?”

I laughed. “It sure is.”

“And that’s how we’re getting to your house ... am I right?”

“I hope you have your sea legs, baby.”