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“Where are we going?” Pam hurries along beside me. Her dress catches the light and sends glittering sparkles across the floor.

I’m fascinated by the curve of her jaw revealed by her upswept hair. She always wears it down, and seeing it piled in delicate curls does all sorts of things to me. I lead us toward one of the few balconies. Thick drapes hide the doors, but I’ve been here enough to know exactly where to duck between the pleats. I twist the knob and push the glass door open. Warm ocean air teases through my hair and brings a sense of peace.

Pam eases to the edge of the balcony and closes her eyes.

I lift a hand, intending to brush a curl away from her cheek but hesitate. “Are you okay?”

Her shoulders lift, then fall in a hapless shrug. “I’m embarrassing you.” Her sigh catches on the wind, and she turns to face me. “I’m sorry. I thought I’d at least be able to dance without messing up. Instead, I ruined your shoes and probably broke one of your toes.”

“My shoes and toes are fine.” I dare to put my hands on her waist and bring her closer. “I’m not embarrassed. There’s nothing you could do that would bother me.” Without meaning to, I start to sway. I closed the doors behind us, cutting off the music. It’s just us and the sound of the ocean in the distance. The quiet shushing is a melody all its own.

Pam sways along with me and rests her forehead on my shoulder.

“Why don’t we practice a bit out here? Get your confidence up. Then, when you’re ready, we’ll go back inside.” I don’t want to go back inside. I want to stand here and dance with her all night. It’s impossible. But I want it anyway.

Pam shifts closer, and her hands lock behind my back. Mine stay on her hips, and we barely move our feet as Nantucket pours out its magic and draws us together.

I hum a tuneless melody that matches the crashing waves and risk sliding my hands up her back. I tug one of the curls and wrap it around my finger.

Pam looks up. Moonlight sparkles in her eyes, and I know then I’m not falling. I’m already gone. I lower my lips to hers, giving her time to stop me. If this isn’t what she wants, she needs to tell me.

Our lips meet, and she melts in my embrace. This is what I’ve been missing. I cup the back of her neck and think of nothing but Pam. I could spend the rest of my life right here with her and never regret a second.

Pam breaks the kiss with a gasp and covers her mouth with the back of her hand. “Was that practice too?”

I tug the curl again. “Yes, it was. And we should practice more. Don’t you think?”

Her answer comes not in words but with her lips touching mine, and the world disappears around us. This balcony, this kiss, it’s all that matters. We’ll work everything else out. That’s what I’m good at. I take problems, and I churn out solutions. Pam and Rex are not a problem. I will need to consider the logistics of our relationship, but Pam is worth it.

Chapter Six

Pam

I wake with a jolt at the memory of my intoxicating kisses with Dalton last night. I picture his dark eyes and full lips—a vivid vision that seems to transport me into an alternate universe of possibilities and romanticism.

But reality quickly hits me like a cold wave.

“Mommy, wake up!” Rex stands at my bedside, shaking my arm.

I groan. “Yes. Give Mommy a minute. Or two.” Or ten. I push the covers aside.

Confirming my suspicions, the bedside digital clock reads 6:12 a.m. Fabulous, why can’t the kid ever sleep in for once?

I stretch my arms, letting out a yawn. My entire body seems numb and heavy. I hardly managed any sleep after what happened with my boss. All the acting like a couple and a family must’ve made me vulnerable.

But now, with the sun peeking through the resort window and my son’s innocent face watching me expectantly, I snap back to my responsible self. Dalton is my boss, and I must work with him. And flipping heck, the guy is in the next room, and now I must face him.

Maybe this was just a fun fling for him, a little something to relieve his stressful life. Whatever it was, I must push it to the back of my mind and focus on my boy and what is best for him.

I lean over to Rex, ruffle his hair, and pull him into a tight embrace. “What do you want for breakfast?”

“Lucky Charms.” His eyes light up with enthusiasm.

I chuckle. “You wish, jellyfish.”

“I saw them in the pantry.” Rex pushes away from me and crosses his arms, pouting like a little boss.

“Maybe the resort managers provide them here, but we aren’t gonna eat them. Okay?”

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