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That almost made her laugh. “Something delivered? Why can’t we just make breakfast ourselves?”

“We’re on vacation.”

“But we still have to eat, Mick. Although... hmm...”

“What?”

“I wish bakeries delivered. After having that chocolate chip muffin the other day, all I can think about is having another.”

“Seriously? Everything we’ve done and all the places we’ve seen, and you’re still thinking about a muffin?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she said, “It was a really good muffin.”

Chuckling, he nuzzled her neck. “How do you feel about early morning walks on the beach?”

“Um...”

“With the promise of a really good muffin,” he added.

“I’m intrigued. I’ve never gone for an early morning walk on the beach that led to muffins.”

Slowly, he came to his feet and held out a hand to her. “It’s not really my thing either. But Julian lived here for a while, and he raved about the coffeehouse down the beach. You want to try it?”

Accepting his hand, Sienna tried to hold on to her mug and the blanket with her other hand, but the blanket simply fell to the floor. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea.” She kissed him. “But first... clothes.”

“Hmm... now it doesn’t feel like such a wonderful idea,” he grumbled, picking up the blanket and following her into the house.

Laughing, Sienna walked into the kitchen and put her mug down on the marble island. “Sadly, they are a necessity. But the sooner we get back, the sooner we can get back into our jammies. How does that sound?”

Walking over, Mick gently grasped her hips and tugged her to him. “It sounds like a ridiculous word, but as long as it means coming home and crawling back into bed with you, I’m all for it.” And then he was kissing her, slow and languid and oh so tempting to say to hell with the muffin and drag him back to bed.

But she really wanted the muffin.

Dammit.

Sienna broke the kiss and gave him a sassy smile. “The faster we get dressed and go, the faster we’ll be back here and in bed.”

The man practically sprinted from the room.

Fifteen minutes later, they were on the sand and heading down the beach. She was surprised by how many people were already up and out here, and commented on it to Mick.

“There are a lot of surfers the closer you get to town. The beach in front of these houses is more private, but I wish I would have found a place further away. I prefer to sit out on the deck and have peace and quiet.”

“It’s hardly noisy,” she reasoned. “The loudest noise is the ocean.”

“That I enjoy. It’s very relaxing and when I’m overly stressed, I like to sit outside with a drink and just listen to the waves crashing. It’s very therapeutic.”

“I can imagine.” They strolled hand in hand, and Sienna marveled at how tranquil it all was, how serene she felt. “I think if I had this view, I’d be outside soaking it in every single day.”

“Durham’s not near the water, is it?”

She shook her head. “Nope. I’m about three hours from the coast and I never go. I think the last time I went to the beach—any beach—was while I was still living at home with my parents. I went to see a concert at Jones Beach.”

He smiled. “Who did you see?”

“Um... I think it was R.E.M. Jason took me and, from what I remember, it was a good show. We went with a bunch of people and spent the afternoon on the beach, so... it was a fun day.”

“Still, that’s a long time since you’ve put your toes in the sand.”