“It’s not often that I render you speechless.” He laughs.

“Make the most of it.”

He shifts to the other breast, while moving slowly inside me. I didn’t realise just how much I missed sex until we got back together, and how hard the last six weeks have been.

It’d be easy to become addicted to it with Josh.

I close my eyes again, just enjoying that breeze across me while Josh worships my body. He’s right. We could have this every morning.

I have some very big decisions to make.

* * *

Afterward, I roll to my side and Josh spoons me from behind.

“Come and live with me in the States when this movie's finished. We’ll make a fresh start—the three of us.”

I shuffle over and roll onto my back to look at him. It’s what he wants. And I do too. But I vowed a long time ago not to be dependent on anyone.

“I need to think about it. It’s not as simple as us just up and moving.”

“It could be.”

“I have a career, and obligations to take care of. There’s something I should tell you about too.”

His jaw tics as if I’m about to tell him his dog died, or I’ve been sleeping with Damon. I’m sure he can tell it’s not good from my tone, but I can’t hold it in.

“Mac offered me money to leave you.”

Josh doesn’t need to say anything. The look of disbelief that crosses his face stabs me right in the heart. “What? When?”

“Yesterday when I arrived.” Tears prick my eyes. “He offered me a million dollars to get on the next plan out of here. When I said no, he upped it to ten.”

Josh’s eyes search mine. “I …”

“You don’t believe me.” I fist my hands in exasperation.

“It’s not that, it’s just that … he’s been so good to me. He knows how much I love you. Why would he …?”

I hold up my palms. “I’m going to get dressed and go for a walk. You can work that out while I’m gone.”

He reaches for one of my wrists. “Delaney, don’t.”

“I’ve told you what I needed to. Now I’m giving you space to wrap your head around it. The flight attendant said there are markets not far from here. What I need is fresh air.” I pull away, slide off the bed and open the wardrobe. After slipping one of my dresses off the hanger, I throw it on the bed while I grab some underwear out of my bag.

“We need to talk about this. I’m sorry if I didn’t react the way you expected,” he says.

“What? Like believing me?” I tug on a bra, hooking it behind me.

“Of course I believe you, it’s just—”