I parked and headed inside. Chris Woodward was in the doorway of his office as I entered the building. “This is quite a few personal office visits this week.”

I fought the urge to tell him to remove the stick from his ass. “It’s two minutes to five. I’m sure you don’t mind. Right, Chris?”

I ignored the bitter expression that overtook the man’s face and made my way towards Kenna’s office. I knocked twice. “Come in.”

I pushed the door open and took in Kenna behind her desk. Her beauty was a sucker punch to the gut, dark hair piled on top of her head in a meticulous bun, cheeks rosy, eyes glowing. “Hey, Brown Eyes.”

Something flashed in those eyes. “What are you doing here, Crosby?”

“Are we really going to play this game? I told you I’d be back.” It had only been a few days since I’d seen Kenna, but it felt like weeks.

She arched a brow. “You do realize that makes you sound like a serial killer, right?”

I chuckled. “It’s good to have life goals.” Kenna shook her head. “Come on, I have something I want to show you. Do you have your swimsuit here?”

A healthy dose of skepticism filled Kenna’s expression. “In my car, why?”

“Got workout gear, too?”

“Shorts and a running tank. Again, why?”

I glanced out her office window. We still had a few hours of sun left. “Go grab them and change.”

“I’m not grabbing anything. I still have reports I need to finish. Except for first thing in the morning, this is the time of day when I get the most done. Everyone else is gone, it’s quiet—”

I crossed behind the desk and threaded my fingers through Kenna’s hair, tipping her head back. “Maybe I should be the one doing the grabbing then.”

Her eyes dilated. “And maybe I should be the one kneeing you in the balls.”

I grinned. “Do you want me to kiss you?”

Her gaze traveled to my lips. “I guess I could endure it.”

My lips twitched as I lowered my mouth to hers. I almost groaned at the taste of her, mint and that hint of something else. My tongue stroked hers as I took, drinking her in. When I broke away, her eyes were just a little bit hazy.

“Did you endure it okay?” I asked.

She gave a shrug. “I’ll survive.”

I choked on a laugh. “Glad to hear it. Now, go get changed. I want to show you an alternate view of your new property.”

“I told you. I don’t have time.”

“Come on, Kenna. I need this.”