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I stand up, willing my dick to get itself under control, and step into my swim trunks.
“Oyster and pickle breakfast?” I ask.
“Oh, joy.” Bailey heads into the shed and retrieves her cover-up. “I’ll go find the sunscreen while you get the fire going again.”
Now that we have this easy truce, it’s nice seeing how we work together.
“Sure, boss,” I say, and Bailey tosses me a smile that makes me feel as though the sand is shifting beneath my feet.
I find myself whistling as I scour the edge of the tree line for brush and limbs. For the barest second, I imagine never getting rescued. Making clothes out of towels and fabric scavenged from the life jackets.
Scaling the trees for coconuts, or figuring out how to knock them down. Getting a pet parrot and teaching it to cuss. Fishing off the rocks where we had our first and last island fight.
Having little Rhett-Bailey babies.
I catch myself. I’m off the deep end.
We have jobs. Families. And this is only paradise until one of us gets sick or hurt.
By the time I’ve returned to the fire with a load, Bailey is there, too, spreading sunscreen on her face and arms. “I think I’ll skip my legs. Save it for the things that burn the worst. Do you have a shirt somewhere?”
“Back in the food hut. I’ll grab it.”
“Not that I don’t like the view, but being practical.”
Some of the leaves are dewy and sizzle as I add the brush to the fire. “Absolutely. We have no idea if they’ll come today, tomorrow, or even the day after.”
“Right. They might not notice until the cruise ends tomorrow, and then it’s a day and a half to get here from any port.”
I kneel by the fire, watching it blaze back to life. “So earliest is this afternoon. Latest would be the day after tomorrow.”
“We have plenty of pickles. We should double check everything in the hut.”
“And finish the cooked oysters today. We can’t afford to get food poisoning out here.”
Bailey nods. “Agreed.”
We gaze at each other, and a flush comes over her cheeks. “And nakedness inside the shed during the day.”
“There won’t be satellite spies.”
“I don’t want to end up starring in a castaway sex tape!”
This makes me laugh. “All right. Sex in the shed.”
“It’s a date.”
She approaches with the sunscreen and smears a bit on my cheeks and nose. “Now go get your shirt on, Mr. Armstrong, or I’ll be dragging you to the shed before breakfast.”
“Ms. Johansson, you sure are impertinent in the mornings. I might have to take this up with HR.”
She reaches forward and grabs me by the groin. “I wouldn’t go to HR when I have you by the balls.”
She’s too close not to kiss. I draw her against me. “I have to confess I had a little fantasy about never being rescued.”
Her bright eyes meet mine. “Then that makes two of us.”
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