Page 55 of The Honeymoon Hack

I blinked.Stop staring. “Right behind you.”

Goddammit, Will Reaney was sexy.

‘Will’ and ‘sexy’ do not belong in the same mental sentence, Brie.

But they did, didn’t they?

When had that happened?

Yesterday morning. Remember what happened then?

Heat nestled between my thighs, like Will’s leg had yesterday.

Oh yeah, I remember it quite well.

The electric bikes made pedaling almost effortless, so I caught up quickly, forcing myself to watch the scenery. I studied everything but Will riding ahead of me. Definitely not the muscles flexing in his back as he moved or the sweat trickling down his spine.

He slowed until I was next to him. “How’s your training going?”

Better than whatever was going on in my brain right now.

“The interface needs a complete overhaul.” This was a safer topic. “The workflow logic is convoluted, and the input validation is inconsistent across forms. It feels like people have been upgrading the pieces that bother them, without a cohesive plan.”

“So, it’s boring?” he said with a laugh.

“More like I want to get under the hood and do some updates myself.” I sped up slightly, taking the lead as the path narrowedthrough a section of palm trees. “And the training videos are outdated.”

“Typical. No one ever updates the documentation.”

The technical banter should have distracted me. It was the kind of conversation we’d had a thousand times before.

But I couldn’t shake how aware I was of him. The way sunlight highlighted the different shades of brown in his hair, the sound of his laughter, and the way his smile settled deep in my chest. It was like neon lights were surrounding him, pulling my attention to him, wherever he was.

As we rounded a bend, I spotted a runner on the path ahead of us. The powerful build and methodical stride were unmistakable. Rav. As we passed him, he acknowledged us with a slight wave but kept jogging.

We continued for a few more minutes until Will pulled over by a weathered picnic table perched beside the trail. As I came to a stop next to him, he said, “This is a good spot for our call.”

I parked my bike beside his, maintaining distance as I removed my helmet. With my luck, I’d trip and we’d wind up horizontal again.

Rav appeared a minute later, his breathing controlled. He stopped and jogged in place. “Pair my comms?”

Will pulled out his satellite phone and inserted his earbuds, while I scanned the area for cameras or potential witnesses. A few low bushes and solitary trees grew nearby—nowhere for anyone to hide. Just open sky above and the endless ribbon of white sand hugging the island’s curves.

“You’re clear from cameras,” Rav said. “The only surveillance on Little Haven is at the security checkpoint.”

Will nodded, connecting Rav’s earpiece to our secure network. “Check for signal.”

“Copy,” Rav confirmed after a moment. “Range?”

“Half a kilometer, at least,” Will replied as I popped my own earbuds in.

“Don’t want to be caught with you.” Rav continued on his run, then said over the earpiece, “I’ll stop somewhere up the path to stretch.”

Will leaned a hip on the edge of the picnic table, staring at his phone as though checking messages. He activated the satellite link.

“Do you copy?” Will asked quietly.

“We’ve got you,” came Scarlett’s voice. “Full team is here. What’s your status?”