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I want to tell her that being married to me means she can live here every day of every year. I want to tell her that I want to live here with her, but I don’t. Instead, I glance at the captain as he lowers the anchor.

“We’re here, Mr. Prince,” the captain says.

“Ready?” I hold my hand out, waiting for Clementine to place her tiny hand in mine.

The moment she does, we disembark and head off to where the kayaks are lined in a row and wait for the deck crew to lower our kayak into the water.

They help Clementine into the front of the kayak, and then I climb down and grab the oar. We push away from the boat, and together we paddle toward the tiny island.

“It’s just so beautiful.”

I move the bag of supplies we brought on the kayak, and continue paddling to get us closer to Henley Cay. “I love it here.”

Clementine peeks over her shoulder at me. “What are we going to do once we get over there?”

I smile. “You’ll see.” I have big plans for my soon-to-be bride.

We drift into the sandy beach of the cay, and I help her from the kayak. The island is empty, not too many tourists to compete for space with today. That makes me happy because I hate sharing.

“This is amazing,” Clementine says, pushing her toes into the sand.

“Follow me.”

We walk to a little inlet on the opposite side of the island where a sandy beach awaits us. The estuary water is bluer than the light blue sky, and more inviting than anything I’ve ever seen. Except, Clementine.

I set the bag down, unzipping the top. “Want to go snorkeling?”

Clementine steps closer, peering into the bag. “Yes, the water looks so good.”

We spend the next few minutes getting everything ready for snorkeling, and I glance to the water. “There could be sharks in the water,” I warn Clementine.

Her brow furrows. “Like shark sharks?”

“They’re more afraid of you.”

She parks a hand on her hip. “That is one thing I donotbelieve.”

I laugh. “Ok, maybe they’re not afraid, per se, but they won’t bother you if you don’t bother them.”

We wade out until Clementine stands knee deep in the water, the snorkel mask sitting on top of her head. “Are you sure?” she asks.

“If you haven’t learned by now,” I step closer to her, wrapping an arm around her waist, “you can always trust me.”

Chapter 31

Clementine

The sharks swimming and lurking in the depths below are not near as dangerous as the man standing before me. If anything will bite, it’s him.

Trust.

How can you trust someone if you’ve never done anything trustworthy for you to trust them with? I haven’t been completely honest. And the most recent lie I’ve told is I don’t have feelings for Gabriel. With every smile, every wink, I fall harder and harder. And I don’t know what to do about it.

Do I run? Do I trust him?

What if he takes my heart and feeds it to the sharks?

I can’t lie to myself that sex with Gabriel wasn’t one of the most life-changing things in all my years here on this earth. My emotions are like a kaleidoscope of varying feelings filtering in through the sunlight. I know one thing for certain—I want to keep having sex with him again and again.

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