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My heart thumped. After a moment’s hesitation, I took the chisel and gingerly pressed the tip against the rock. Moisture had softened the limestone, making it easier to manipulate.
Kai and I took turns carving until clear letters took shape. We didn’t have to discuss the message; we already knew.
K + I, inside a heart.
It was hands down the cheesiest thing I’d ever done, but that didn’t stop a wonderful, aching pressure from pressing against my rib cage.
The etching wasn’t a ring. It wasn’t a promise. It wasn’t even a love declaration in the normal sense of the word. Yet somehow, the fact that we’d made our mark on the world together meant more to me than any of those things.
It was small, but it was ours, and it was perfect.
Kai’s hand found mine. Our fingers interlaced, and the pressure ballooned until I thought I might burst.
“I’m liking secret romantic Kai more and more,” I said, swallowing past the lump in my throat. I attempted a lighthearted tone. “If this is the result of dino erotica, expect more Wilma Pebbles in your future.”
“Good. I’ve already finished translating the first into Latin.”
My eyes snapped to his laughing ones. “Are you ser—”
He cut me off with a kiss, and the rest of my words melted beneath the insistent heat of his mouth.
The holidays in New York. The sanctuary of a hidden room. An island nestled in the heart of the Caribbean.
Magical pockets of time and space that belonged only to us.
And as the sun died brilliantly on the horizon, and the shades of our kiss transformed into the cool blues of dusk, I found myself wishing I could stay in this particular moment, with this particular man, forever.
CHAPTER 28
Isabella
The rest of our weekend passed in a lovely haze of work and play. I took Kai’s writer’s block suggestions and actually implemented them instead of reading them over and over like the benefits would somehow transfer through osmosis.
I quickly found out meditating wasn’t for me, but the creative play suggestion helped. So did the orgasm one, much to his (and my) satisfaction.
By the time we returned to New York, I’d written twenty-five thousand words and debated Alessandra’s job offer to death. In the end, I accepted.
Kai was right. I needed to have more faith in myself. Plus, she was offering agreatsalary, and I had zero motivation to trawl through job search sites.
Once I accepted, things moved quickly. Three days after my return, I started my first day of work as Alessandra’s business assistant (actual business name pending). Kai was in California again for DigiStream talks, but I woke up to an oh so encouraging voice note from him that morning.
Remember, you read a full page of Austen while getting spanked. If you can do that, you can do anything.
He had a point, but that didn’t stop nerves from buffeting my stomach as I followed Alessandra through her apartment.
The Davenports lived in a sprawling modern penthouse in Hudson Yards, complete with floor-to-ceiling windows, a floating glass spiral staircase, and a private terrace with a plunge pool and fire pit. It was absurdly large for two people, and it brimmed with so many priceless items I was afraid of touching anything lest I accidentally break a two-million-dollar Fabergé egg.
“What type of business are you interested in starting?” I asked.
I probably should’ve confirmedbeforeI accepted the job, but beggars couldn’t be choosers, and I’d had other priorities in Turks and Caicos. Namely, food, writing, and copious amounts of sex.
“You’ll see,” Alessandra said with a mysterious smile. She was possibly the prettiest person I’d ever met, but an air of melancholy tempered her beauty.
“It’s not meth, is it?” My New Year’sBreaking Badmarathon with Kai flashed through my head.
Her laugh chimed like silver bells in the wind. “Sadly, chemistry has never been my strong suit.” She opened the door at the end of the hall. “No, it’s something a little more, um, creative.”
The first thing I noticed when I stepped inside was the smell. Lush and fragrant, it instantly transported me back to the climes of the Caribbean. The second was the array of colorful bouquets lining the table and windowsill. Finally, my eyes were drawn to the far wall, where a gallery of pressed flowers hung in elegant wooden frames.
