Page 93 of Don’t Go Breaking My Heart

I smiled up at him, “Of course. Go have fun.”

By the time the night wound down, the champagne was making my head spin just enough to feel warm and giddy. Kannon found me on the bow of the ship, leaning against the railing and staring out at the stars.

“Hey,” he said, slipping his arm around my waist.

“Hey,” I echoed, leaning into him.

He tilted my chin up, his thumb brushing my cheek.

“You having fun?” he asked.

“More than you know,” I said, my voice soft. “You?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“This isn’t your scene, right?”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself.”

He smiled, and before I could say anything else, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. There was something about this moment that felt different. More intimate. More real.

I let myself get lost in him—in the feel of his arms around me, the warmth of his lips, and the quiet certainty that this was exactly where I was meant to be. Kannon was always the one meant for me.

37

KANNON

Itried to convince Merritt we could hire an Uber or a taxi to take us to the airport but she insisted Lucia take us.

“Why do you not understand the Mini Cooper isn’t actually a whole car?” I asked. “Babe, please.”

Merritt stopped packing and walked into my arms with a big cheesy grin. “Are you scared?”

She was teasing, but we both knew I was. Her friend either had a death wish or was legally blind.

“I’m terrified. I don’t know who gave that woman a driver’s license, but they need their heads checked. How many wrecks has she gotten in?”

“I think only one and it wasn’t her fault,” she replied.

“Bullshit.”

“Seriously!” Merritt protested, her laughter dying down. “She got rear-ended at a stop sign.”

I peered down at her. “Yeah? Are we sure she didn’t back into someone?”

Merritt swatted my chest, grinning. “Stop it. You’re just trying to wriggle out of this.”

“Absolutely. Can you blame me?”

“Not really.” She leaned up to press a soft kiss to my lips. “But we’re still going with Lucia.”

So that was that. I sighed. “At least my life insurance is paid up.”

“So what did you think of Miami?” she asked.

“It was good. Warm. It’s different from what I’m used to, but I liked it.”

Merritt smiled, her eyes scanning my face as if looking for more than just my words. “Glad to hear that. Would you come back?”