“When I found you on the beach last night? It was because I programmed your phone so I could find you. I felt guilty about it the minute I did it, and I felt worse when I actually used it.”

“I don’t understand why you would do that.”

“Because I was worried about you. I didn’t want some dickhead like that guy in the bar taking advantage of you. Selfishly, I wanted you all to myself. I’m sorry. Are you mad?”

“I want to be.”

“My intentions were good even if I went about it the wrong way. I wanted to make sure you’d be safe. That’s all. I promise.”

She handed him her phone. “Turn off whatever you did.”

Adam took the phone from her, clicked around in the settings and handed it back to her. “Sorry.”

“Don’t use your mad techno skills on me again. You got me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Could I ask you something that might make you mad?”

“What’s that?”

“What happened with Grant today?”

“That doesn’t make me mad.” He relayed the story of what had happened to Grant after the accident.

By the time he was done, Abby had her hand over her mouth as she blinked back tears. “Poor Grant. What an awful thing. Is he okay?” She shook her head. “That’s a stupid question. Of course he isn’t okay.”

“He will be. In time. We’ll all see to that.”

“Is it okay that I asked about him?”

“It’s fine, honey.” He kissed her cheek and then her lips. “Now, you mentioned some fantasies that involve me… I want to hear about them.”

“I’d feel foolish to speak of things that’ll never happen.”

“Haven’t I shown you that it’s never foolish to ask for what you want?”

“That might work in bed. It’s not as cut and dried in real life.”

“It can be. There’s nothing you could say that would make me think you were foolish.” He corralled her hair into a ponytail that he held with one hand. With her hair out of his way, he bent to kiss her neck, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. “Tell me. I really want to know.”

It was hard to form a reasonable thought with what he was doing to her neck. “I had this thought about running my new store while you served as the island’s resident computer geek. See what I mean about it being foolish? Everyone knows you have to go back to New York at some point. You’ll have to get back to your real life.”

“What if that’s not my real life. What if this is? What if you are?”

“Don’t say those things. You don't mean that.”