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Weeks ago, if anyone had ever told me I’d be sitting on the beach of Knight’s private Island snuggled with his mom while he roasts marshmallows and his stepfather tells us stories, I would have laughed them to scorn.
I also wouldn’t have known which of those parts sounded more incredulous and unbelievable, yet here we are.
“And that’s a wrap. The bottom line is, the island is haunted by all sorts of ghosts,” Maurice says in his TV presenter voice. “The worst of them all is the weeping witch, but chances are you won’t see her except in an eclipse.”
“We’ll keep that in mind.” Elodie laughs with a shake of her head.
I’m not usually one for ghost stories because I scare easily, but his were very interesting and blockbuster-worthy. Maurice served us everything from pillaging pirates to sea witches, and cursed jewels that passed through the island.
“Thank you for providing some much-needed entertainment.” Knight laughs and hands us each a roasted marshmallow.
“My pleasure.” Maurice takes a bow.
Elodie laughs again. “You are so crazy.”
“Only for you.” He bows again.
“You better be.” She looks across at Knight, and he relaxes his shoulders. “I think it’s time we head out and leave you newlyweds to enjoy the night. Not much time left to go until you’re back home.”
“No, not much.”
Elodie brushes her shoulder against mine. “I’ll have your painting finished tomorrow evening so you can get a look at it.”
“Thank you. I’d like that.”
“I hope I did you justice.”
“I don’t think you ever have to worry about that.” I saw parts of it already, and there’s no question on whether she did me justice. She made me look amazing and to me, better than what I look like in real life.
“We’ll see.” She stands, and Maurice joins her. “Good night, you two. Enjoy.”
“Bye.” I wave, and they head back to their car.
When they drive away, I look back at Knight and find him already gazing at me. His eyes are bright with desire like he’s drinking me in.
During the course of the last few days, I’ve remembered parts of my drunken disaster. The most relevant, being me telling him he broke me when I saw him with Chelle, then him telling me his favorite parts about one of my first articles.
As I look at him now, I still can’t believe he actively sought out my work and read it enough to have favorite parts.
“You’re giving me that look again,” I mutter, pulling the blanket closer to my chest.
“I give you several looks.” His mouth quirks into a grin, and he flexes his muscles, leaning forward and allowing the light from the fire to flicker over his bare skin.
“You’re looking at me like you’re trying to figure me out.”
“I’m always trying to figure you out. Right now, I’m wondering what you’ll write about next. What wild fantasies will you conjure up as Cordelia Harris?”
I try to hide a smile but fail. “I have a few new ones.”
“Tell me what they are, Goddess.”
I think for a moment, then decide to play. “In one of them, my heroine has just arrived at the beach and sees a guy coming out of the sea. When he notices her watching him, he walks over, and the two start talking. He’s a straight-to-the-point kind of guy, so he just kisses her when he realizes they like each other.”
Knight grins. “I like where this is going, but that sounds way too Hallmark for you. Where’s the dirt?”
“He takes her clothes off right there.”
His smile widens and his gaze roams over me. “Now we’re talking.” In the flicker of the orange flames, the lust-filled stare he gives me looks sexier. “But are there people around?”
