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I’m not really a party animal.
Though he doesn’t need to know that.
“You better not come home inebriated, young lady. You’re not too old to put over my knee,” Grandma warns, causing my cheeks to flush. What the fuck? She’s never put me over her knee. Ever.
“Damn straight,” Malakai mutters. Arsehole.
“I’ll be perfectly behaved,” I smile sweetly, flashing a look at Malakai that says I’ll be anything but, then turn my grandma. “I’ve got work in the morning. I’ll be back by midnight, I promise.”
“Okay,” she agrees, despite her obvious reluctance.
“Well, that’s settled then. Let’s head out.” Lola whistles for Baxter who comes bounding into the kitchen from the garden after he slipped outside a moment ago. “Sorry, buddy, I’m heading off to work. You keep this place guarded for me, yes?” Lola says as she crouches down and accepts Baxter’s wet kisses. He yips a couple times in response, making us all smile, except Malakai. Smiling isn’t something he does very often, I’ve established.
Ten minutes later we pull up at the harbour after dropping Grandma at home. Already there are punters gathering outside The Shack waiting for Lola to arrive. Amongst them are Jack, Alice and Georgia. When I get out of the car and greet them, I make sure to hug Jack a little longer than I would normally, knowing Malakai will see. Childish, perhaps, but I don’t care.
When we pull apart, Georgia’s staring through the gap between us. From the look on her face, I know who she’s spotted.
“Who, in all that is sexy and sinful, isthat?” she asks.
Alice and Jack follow her gaze as Malakai accepts a kiss on the cheek from Lola, his gaze full of unbridled anger. He’s looking directly at me.
“Well,” Georgia prompts, nudging me with her elbow.
“That is Malakai Azaiah Dunbar. He’s Lola’s boyfriend.”
“Malakai Azaiah Dunbar?” Jack snorts. “What kind of bullshit name is that?”
“He can be called Derek for all I care. He’shot,” Georgia remarks, finally finding her voice.
I shrug my shoulders. “He might be hot, but he’s an arsehole.” An arsehole that makes my skin burn, my knickers wet, and my heart crash inside my chest. An arsehole I’ve secretly claimed as my own.
Alice laughs, side-eying me. “Looks like life on the island just got interesting.”
Yeah, it looks like it has.
