“Alix.” The humor was gone from his voice. “You can’t ask for that. You heard her. The place is full. You can’t expect her to accommodate your nervous disposition.”

“I don’t have a nervous disposition. I’m picky about who I share a cabin with.”

“Are you really willing to break your promise to Christy? We’re supposed to be looking after Holly together. And that’s what we’re going to do.”

“Zac—”

“All right, enough.” He put down his wine and the napkins and walked toward her. “Enough, Alix.”

“Enough what?” She backed away until her shoulders were pressed against the wood-paneled wall.

“I’ve played along, respected your wish not to tell the truth to our friends.” He closed in on her, blocking her escape route. “But now it’s the two of us. Time for honesty.”

“Honesty about what?”

He planted his hands on the wall either side of her. “Are we really going to ignore what happened at the wedding?”

She could feel the brush of his body against hers.

“I was upset.” She hated remembering how upset. “I was protecting my friend. You were upset and protecting yours.”

“I’m not talking about that part.”

“I—I told you a lot of things about myself that I wouldn’t normally share. Because I knew you were judging me, and the whole thing was so stressful and—”

“I’m not talking about that part, either. And I wasn’t judging you.”

“You thought I was interfering.”

“It all made perfect sense when you told me about your own experience. I don’t want to talk about that.” His gaze dropped to her mouth. “I’m talking about what happened after that.”

“I have no recollection—”

He kissed her, his mouth searching, his hand drawing her head closer to his. There was strength in his fingers, but he was gentle—oh so gentle—and her pulse went into overdrive. There was no question of resisting. She kissed him back, melting against him, her hands on his chest and then his shoulders. The cabin, her surroundings, the past, her thoughts—all of it fell away, and her focus was all on the moment. This man. The heat of it. She’d tried to forget, but it seemed her body hadn’t forgotten.

He murmured something and pulled her closer, his free arm locking her against his body.

She felt hardness and muscle, white-hot urgency, and then she slid her arms round his neck, and she was kissing him, kissing him until it felt as if she’d been drugged, until she’d...

“Uncle Zac?”

It took a minute for the little voice to penetrate the thick fog of sexual excitement that engulfed both of them.

“Uncle Zac?”

Zac pulled away so suddenly that Alix was grateful to have a wall to lean on. Her legs felt shaky, and her heart was pounding.

Crap. Crap. What had just happened? It was wrong on so many levels, and it was going to complicate everything. And the first complication was staring at them both, round-eyed.

“Hi, sweetheart.” His voice was husky. He cleared his throat, shook his head to clear it and started again. “What’s wrong?”