Saltzy watches them vanish up the stairs and slowly turns to look at me. “He’s bad with handouts.”
“Clearly.”
“I also think he believes he’s doing me a favour by refusing.”
I huff. “You’re probably right.”
“Because I’m robotic, and he thinks I’d hate spending time with his friends.”
I let out a long breath. Fuck Forker for making this a thing. “You’re not robotic. You’ve been boyfriend of the year during this trip.”
He shrugs. “She’ll talk sense into him. She tends to have sway with him.”
Understatement. I think Penny is imprinted on the fabric of Caulfield’s heart.
Seth pushes himself from the table and pulls Dec in for a hug.
Leaving Wyatt as the only one left to sign.
Forker saunters down the stairs in a change of clothes. His eyes find us by the island and he slows, dipping his chin in greeting, and then his gaze skirts across the room—probably looking for Arden. They fall on Saltzy’s disgruntled face instead.
He pauses. “Why does your face look like that?”
“Nothing,” Saltzy says immediately.
“Caulfield won’t sign,” I say at the same time, and Cap shoots me a look.
I can only shrug. I didn’t know it was a secret.
Forker nods with understanding. “Want me to forge his signature? I’m good at that.”
Saltzy shuts his eyes, shaking his head.
“I’ll pay you five bucks,” I say, trying to lighten the mood.
“Sold.” Fork dips his chin, storming toward the table. Cap’s hand shoots out so quickly that when he yanks Forker backwardby his shirt, Fork nearly stumbles over his own footing and hits the floor.
“Why do I feel like you three are up to no good?”
Ari slides into the room in a tiny hot pink bikini, and put a bullet in my fucking brain, why don’t you?
I force my gaze away from her faster than can be deemed casual. All I saw was those eyes, that mouth, and…I am not going to admit where my attention immediately diverted to. Had no idea those looked likethat.I breathe through my nose, thinking of anything and everything horrid in the world, because my dick noticed her breasts faster than I did.
I am just a man. A stupid, pathetic man.
Carter glances down at her, shrugging. “Debating committing the crime of forgery while on foreign soil.”
Her brows shoot upward. “That’s a new one.”
“And an escalation from assault,” I point out. Legally, anyway.
“Don’t encourage him to commit another crime,” Arden snaps, rounding the corner. She’s also dressed for the beach. I don’t know what colour her bathing suit is or what it looks like, but I do know she should have let Ariana borrow one of those mesh cover-ups she’s wearing. For my sake. “He might leave this vacation with a fake wife this time.”
I snort a laugh.
Carter’s brows skyrocket as she slides under his arm. “What about arealwife?”
Saltzy and I exchange a wide-eyed glance. What thefuck?
