James lets out a raucous laugh then pulls us under water to kiss me.

Cardi B’s "Money" starts blaring in our bungalow.

I frown as I look around trying to uncover where I placed my purse. I know that's my phone, but I don't remember setting that ringtone for anyone.

"Who's that?" James asks as he buttons his shirt.

"No idea."

I grab my cell phone from my clutch and read the screen.

"Real slick, Natalie." I shake my head as I answer the phone.

It takes her a second to comprehend what I'm talking about, then she bursts out laughing. "I forgot I did that!"

"Now your dad thinks you like to fuck in big tall heels, but you don't really need the D because you just really want the money."

She's still laughing. "Oh my God! I'm dying!"

I turn to gage James's reaction, but he's not paying attention to my conversation anymore. He's slipping on his Tag watch and rolling up his dress shirt sleeves to his elbows. I love this look on him. The distressed jeans and partially buttoned shirt. The way the tattoos tease his arms and chest works well with who he is. We'd been sightseeing and snorkeling for most of the day. Now there's a golden tint to James's cheeks.

I can't believe I snagged myself a fucking hot silver fox.

I still can't believe he's my best friend’s dad either.

"What's my ringtone when I call you?"

"'Milkshake' by Kelis."

The beginning of the song begins to play in my head, and I smile to myself. Natalie is hysterical.

"What's up, bestie?"

"I hope not my dad's—"

"Nat! Stop it."

She sighs dramatically and chuckles. "When do you two lovebirds get back? I have breaking news."

I frown. "Are you all right? Is everything okay?"

James looks at me with concern. He lifts his chin, wanting to know what's going on.

"Everything's fine," she says. "I just have something I want to talk to you about in person."

"You're pregnant." I deadpan, and James's eyes widen.

"No, you raging lunatic." I shake my head at James so he knows she's not pregnant. "I'm living my best IUD life. If I could find a doctor to perform a hysterectomy on me now, I would. No little monsters for me. I plan to spread myself thin."

I shake my head, laughing under my breath. James still doesn't know Natalie is the one who got me a job as an escort at Sanctuary Cove, and he never will. I'm happy she hung up her knee pads and isn't hooking anymore.

"But are you okay?"

"Yes, I just want to make sure I see your face when you get back."

"Ah, okay. We'll be back late the day after tomorrow."

"I'll be there the next morning with bells on bright and early equipped with guava and lime mimosas."

"Oh, what are we celebrating?"

"My vagina's freedom. I gotta run, Ram Jam, and don't forget to make sure he wears a rubber. You can't trust anyone these days."