Happiness wasn’t something I was used to. I felt it then, so strong it almost seemed like a dream. Maybe it was. Nothing about this place or being with Parker here seemed real. I pushed away the fear that it would change when we got back to the real world. Nothing would change. It couldn’t.

After all we’d been through, Parker and I deserved our happiness.

And yet even when I finally slid into her again and she made that sound of utter satisfaction, I still couldn’t shake the feeling that being with Parker was something that could shatter with one wrong move.

Eighteen

Parker

It shocked me how much I didn’t want to say goodbye when Rhys dropped me off at my apartment.

I’d clung to him as he kissed me, wishing he would drive us back to his place. Spending the weekend with him had spoiled me. It had also surprised me. And not just because of the tremendously fantastic sex.

Although it was worth noting that I was having the best sex anyone could have possibly ever had.

I hadn’t even known sex could be that intoxicating.

My appetite for Rhys Morgan was … unexpected, shall we say.

“Yet it’s about more than just the sex,” I told Zoe as I stood at our kitchen counter with a glass of wine in hand.

I’d just gotten done telling her about the weekend with Fairchild. How Rhys and I had decided to explore the very real chemistry between us. Then that horrible billionaire’s machinations. How it had led to a phenomenal night of sex and laughter. The hilarity (it was wrong to be amused, it really was) of Fairchild literally getting bitten by a sand snake, and how that led to more excellent sex. In fact, we’d stayed holed up in our room all night.

I was pretty exhausted.

However, it was the very best kind of exhaustion.

Fairchild hadn’t shown his face the next day. Andrew had been there at breakfast to see us out, and then we all got into our cars and drove to the airport. On the plane, I slept with my head on Rhys’s shoulder, content beyond any time I could remember.

Zoe sat on a stool at the counter opposite me, her chin resting in her palm. Her expression was contemplative. “Are you sure it’s not just sex? Because the sex you just described would convince any woman she was emotionally involved.”