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perfect day.
    We returned from our boating excursion exhausted, so I decided to take a dip in the plunge pool while Ronan excused himself to take a call from Nina. I tipped my head back and let the warm water wash over me as I sank to the bottom of the pool. When I returned to the surface, Ronan was calling my name.
    “Holliday, do you want a beer or some wine?”
    “I’ll have another Corona with lime, please.”
    He handed me a beer and sat on the side of the pool, his feet dangling in the water.
    “What did Nina have to say?”
    “The pictures will be online shortly,” he said before tossing back a swig of beer. “She told me that the pictures are very convincing of two people in love and she believes that the public will forget about the Grady James incident in no time.”
    “Very convincing, huh?” I smirked. “So glad she thinks we’re both good actors.”
    “Nina probably didn’t even realize what she was saying.” His lips curled up into a seductive smile. “For the record, I don’t need to convince anyone how deep my feelings for you are.”
    I moved between his legs and placed my elbows on his thighs. He leaned down and the curve of his mouth captured my lips in a sweet kiss.

Ronan
    Day quickly turned to dusk over our tropical paradise. I was in the living room, trying to read an article posted on THR, but the sounds of Holliday cursing under her breath distracted me. She was attempting to pack one of three suitcases. I thought I might need to call the concierge to deliver a fourth piece of luggage for all of her newly purchased items.
    Admittedly, I was sad that this was our final night in Cabo. The real world loomed, and we had been wrapped up in our own private bubble for nearly a month. No substantial outside obligations had been factors in our relationship. Parts of me were nervous as fuck to let those elements in.
    First up—and it isn’t without slight hesitation on my part where Holliday’s emotional well-being was concerned—we were making a quick stop in Los Angeles. I wanted to explain to Leah and Jade that Holliday would be living with me when they came to New York. My main priority was that the girls were completely comfortable with my decision. I was fairly confident they would be. They seemed to truly like Holliday. As far as I could tell, the girls had no grand dreams of seeing their parents together, and Emma and Dax had been living together for quite some time. Emma had also insisted she meet the woman who would be spending time with her children. I couldn’t say no. This was an important step in our relationship— for all of us.
    A shiver racked through me, stinging my heart, as I recalled last night, seeing Holliday thrash around in the bed and hearing her shout Derek’s name and ask that he please stop hurting her. It had crushed me. The pain in her voice earlier as she’d begged me to promise her that I wouldn’t stop touching her had gutted me.
    No one would ever hurt her again. They’d have to go through me first.
    I closed out of the story on THR, and Holliday’s face appeared on the home screen. My gaze drifted over her features: the sparkle in her blue-green eyes, the loose waves of her dark-brown hair that fell in a seductive tangle over her shoulder, the curve of her sweet smile that crossed her full, pink lips.
    Those lips. How I loved to feel them against my own.
    I stared at her captivating beauty, unsure of why I was gawking at a picture of her when the real thing was only a few feet from where I was sitting. I’d captured the photo on Christmas Eve. She had been relaxed and happy. Her eyes shone bright, revealing no trace of emotional pain, because she was a fighter. But remnants of physical pain were etched on her skin, her battle scars, and parts of me wondered if she’d kept them as reminders of her fight.
    My jaw tightened. Opening my e-mail, I began sifting through them to see if there were any updates on Mr. Saunders. Nothing yet.
    My phone pinged,