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Not for another man’s betrayal.
    She heard coffee pouring behind her, then he quietly slid a mug onto the counter beside her hand. She glanced down at her knuckles, white where she was gripping the edge. “Thank you.”
    His voice was soft in her ear. “Let’s eat.”
    “Vince…” What could she say? Sorry for being a complete bitch? Sorry that it’ll happen again, maybe even before the apology is finished? This was who she was. And that desire to make it all better…that was a path that would lead to her falling head over heels for him again.
    “Don’t worry about it. We’ve got all weekend to talk.” He slid his coffee cup onto the counter beside hers and settled his hands on her hips. She could feel his solid warmth behind her and she closed her eyes as he swished her still-damp hair out of the way so he could kiss her neck.
    “Come have breakfast,” he murmured against her skin, making her shiver.
    “Okay.”
    Silently, they carried their mugs to the table, then tucked in. It was very good. Maybe she should learn to cook.
    Or maybe you should relax about the idea of having Vince around .
    “This is better than a protein bar,” she finally said, smiling behind her half-eaten biscuit.
    “I didn’t make the biscuits.” He grinned back.
    “No, but you made them happen. Here, in the privacy of my little cottage.”
    “You like being removed from the rest of the team, huh?”
    She nodded. “I won this place from Mats in a poker game, and I’m never giving it up.”
    He laughed. “You guys do that on a regular basis?”
    “Nothing else to do for fun on the island.”
    He raised one eyebrow.
    “At night.” She tossed a chunk of biscuit at him. “There’s only so much swimming and climbing and target practice one can do before one needs a bit of relaxation.”
    “My idea of relaxing at the end of a day like that is a bit different than poker with buddies.” His eyes darkened as he found her gaze.
    Did it just get hot in here?
    “Well,” she said slowly, glancing down at her mostly empty plate. “You said something about packing some food?”
    “Calli’s putting together a basket for us, actually.” His cutlery rattled on his plate as he stood up.
    She shoved out of her chair, eyes still glued to her plate. “Okay.”
    “You’ll need a change of clothes.”
    “Okay.” She still wasn’t looking at him. Looking at him meant seeing how he looked at her , and she wasn’t ready for that again. Wasn’t ready for the heat or the understanding.
    In the kitchen, she scraped her plate clean, then filled the sink with enough hot water to wash their dishes. He waited at her shoulder, and when she twisted to take his dishes from him, he wrapped his fingers around her wrist instead. “Larken…”
    He didn’t get any further than that. His bare chest was right there, the black ink and golden skin too tempting. She touched him, palm to chest, and his plate clattered to the floor as he surged into her. His hands cupped the back of her head, his fingers slicing through her hair, and his lips parted hers immediately on contact.
    No hesitation. No asking for permission. Just groaning demand as he thrust his tongue against hers.
    Whimpering, she wrapped her arms around his neck and he hoisted her onto the edge of the counter, her ass hanging over the sink.
    As she tightened her limbs around him, holding him in the vee of her legs, he slowed the kiss to a seductive exploration of her mouth. Hello, tonsils. I’m Vince Nash, sexiest man on earth. Remember me?
    She did. God help her, she remembered everything, and she couldn’t help but imagine just how much better he probably was.
    And she’d learned a few things over the years, too. Her hands itched to slide down his body and unzip his shorts. Turn the power imbalance around in a better, more pleasurable way.
    No . Not yet.
    She’d given in to the reality that they’d do this, soon. Better be really soon, her ovaries demanded as he rocked his