Chapter 69

“Want to come for a swim with me?” His voice slices through my wandering thoughts: visions of the two passionately entangled as I stab her in the head.

Stop it, Emma! What the hell?

“Now?” I blink, shaking the horrifying images out of my brain.

“Why not?” he smiles at me, watching me closely; I’m sure he’s waiting on the magical moment he’s expecting to see on this trip where I unwind and chill out. I regret not coming alone with him after all. And I am trying to relax. It’s hard to do when two of your vacation buddies keep mentally undressing your date so openly; well, companion, not date, because we are not dating, not that we ever would.

It might have been easier without the playboy bunnies trying to eye-screw him over there.

“Sure.” It beats watching them writhing on deck suggestively as their men toss back martinis while listening to bass-pounding dance music and snorting lines of c******. I’m glad that’s not something Jake has done around me or ad