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She nodded. “Deal. You get next pick.”

“Thanks.” I was starting to wonder if I had come out ahead or not.

She threw her phone in her bag. “Ready?”

“After you, Miss Paige.”

I held the door for her as we walked out of the room.

It wasn’t the afternoon I had planned, but seeing Sydney’s face every time we did something new made it worth it. I laughed when she realized the Alamo wasn’t nearly as big as she had envisioned, and I tried not to make fun when our gondola driver filled half the boat with water on every push with his paddle. Her shorts got soaked. These were the things she wanted to try. By the time we made it back to the suite I could see the fatigue setting in.

“Why don’t you take a nap before dinner?” I suggested. “Maybe dry off a little.”

“And what are you going to do?”

“I have calls to make. I need to check in with the Dallas office. Go. Sleep.”

She paused in the doorway, considering my directions. “Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“I’ll sleep tonight. Really. Go. I’ll wake you up before our reservation so you’ll have time to get ready.”

It wasn’t as if I was counting the hours since the morning, but my body responded to the idea of crawling back in bed with her. I gripped at my fists, feeling my hands react with burning to thoughts of her smooth skin. I had already let too many things slide today.

“Ok.” She closed the bedroom door and I sighed.

It might be the only way I’d get any work done—with a solid door between us.

I pulled out my phone to call the office.

The conference call ended earlier than I expected. The sun was setting over San Antonio. I tipped the door open. Sydney was sleeping like she did this morning. My heart raced, seeing her under the sheets.

I crossed the room. It was cool and dark. The drapes were pulled together.

I should let her sleep. I didn’t let her last night. But before I could turn back, her eyes opened. She looked at me and I froze. My feet rooted to the floor. My eyes unable to look away.

“Did I oversleep?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

“What time is it?” She began to sit upright.

My chest stirred when her shirt fell off her shoulder, exposing the tiny freckles on her skin. I approached, taking her in with each step toward the bed. My body was drawn to her. I knew it the first time I saw her. I knew it when she showed up at lunch and again last night when I caught her questioning Grey. There was something about her that drove me crazy.

I maneuvered so I was on top of her. Each knee on either side of her hips, the bed sinking under my weight. She smiled. “How did your call with the office go?”

“I think we’re going to have to establish some guidelines.” I raked my lips against her mouth. I stifled a groan. I tasted the sun on her skin and wanted to drink in the rest of her.

Any thoughts of catching a quick nap disappeared. I wanted her.

“I thought we already did that. Fun, remember?” Her hands skated up my side, dragging my shirt over my head.

“The fun is understood.” I kissed her shoulder. “I need to know that everything between us is off the record.”

“You think I’m going to write about this?” She sounded offended.

“I need to know if you overhear something or see someone, you aren’t going to use the information. That’s all I’m asking.”

I sat on my heels so

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