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And, seriously, in all her twenty-eight years, she’d never been sore the next morning.
After he’d left, she’d been way too wired to sleep, so she’d baked.
Now, Grace took in the dozens of desserts she’d made.What on earth am I going to do with all this?Her phone rang. When she saw her mom’s name, she stepped outside to take the call. “Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, sweetheart. I’m just calling to get your flight information.”
Since Jaime was heading back to the East Coast, the obvious choice would’ve been to fly with him, but the weird way he’d left last night—forget it. She didn’t want to deal with his moodiness. “I’m not sure yet. I have to book something.”
“You know you don’t have to come home just yet. We hired Eliza, remember? You still have time left on your vacation.”
Imagine five more days of sex with Jaime.
The way he’d kicked open the door and set her down, getting on a knee to pry the fancy heels off her feet?Holy cow. How thrilling was that? She’d handed him a towel to wipe the raindrops off his face. He’d only given it a quick swipe before he was helping her out of her dress for the second time.
And then, they’d been all over each other. She could still hear the ping of buttons landing on the wood floor as she ripped his shirt open.
Me.
I did that.
A cool breeze fluttered the cotton fabric of her dress, and she stepped deeper into the woods. She smiled so wide she was glad her mom couldn’t see her.
But then, she remembered how he’d left. And it all came crashing down. “There’s no reason for me to stay any longer.”
“Well, good. Because Eliza’s croissants aren’t nearly as good as yours.”
“I’m sure hers are fine.”
“I guess. We just worry about you, honey. We need you home, safe and sound.”
There was nothing safe about Jaime. He’d been a savage in bed. There was this one moment when he’d flipped her onto her belly, grabbed her hips, and hiked her ass up, and then...he’d spanked her.
Spanked me.
Not hard. It was more playful than anything.Give me that ass. He’d said it in his growly voice. But right after, he’d gripped a handful of her cheek like he was so hot for her he couldn’t stand it.
But after they’d worn themselves out, his mood had changed. He’d gone from fun and wild to shuttered. Right before he left, he’d said,I’ll be gone tomorrow.
She’d wanted to say,Yeah, buddy. I get it.Did he think she’d start planning their wedding? That she had expectations beyond last night?
She’d gotten exactly what she’d wanted. Hot, crazy sex. The kind she’d fantasize about for years to come.
She wasn’t looking to fall in love with some guy from Wyoming. She had a life to get back to. She glanced at the pastries resting on every surface of the cabin. The idea of going back to making muffins…after creating desserts like this?Ugh.“I’m coming home, but I’ll still take the rest of the week off.” Could she stay here that long? What would happen when Jaime came back and saw her?
Then again, she could bake all she wanted in her apartment on Duff Island.
Right. As if her brothers wouldn’t stop by, her mom wouldn’t ask for a favor, and some crisis at the bakery wouldn’t require her to come in.
No, if she wanted a break it had to be somewhere else.
I want it to be here.
She ignored the twist of wistfulness. Because it was ridiculous. She probably only loved it here because she needed a vacation so badly.
Well, and Jaime. He was just so different from the men she knew. All that broody masculinity. That tortured soul thing. Why were women attracted to that anyway?
Do we actually think we can heal men like that?
