But his voice ripped me from my trance.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“On vacation,” I said as my eyes raked up his body. “You?”
“Spring break with my kids.”
“You have kids,” I said.
“I do. Twins.”
“How old are they?”
“Four,” he said.
“They’re beautiful. Must get it from their mother.”
“Hardly.”
I furrowed my brow as my eyes took the children in for a second time. Kevin had kids? It was almost unfathomable. He hadn’t struck me as the kind of man to want kids. Or even tolerate kids. But there they were, giggling and laughing and splashing around on the shoreline.
The man who had broken my heart all those years ago had kids.
“I hate to cut this short,” Kevin said, “but looking at those kids, I better get them out of the sun. They played hard yesterday and are still recuperating from burns they received then.”
“Kids will be kids,” I said.
“Don’t I know it,” he said with a grin.
Oh. That beautiful grin.
I felt my knees growing weak.
“Well, you go tend to those beautiful children of yours. It was…”
It was what?
“It was wonderful seeing you again, Kevin.”
“You too, Brooke. Really.”
Our eyes connected one last time before he turned his back and walked towards the shoreline. His rippling muscles undulated with every move he made as his tanned skin stretched over his strength. I let out the breath I was holding before I looked around for Morgan. For someone who had just run into my ex with me, she had been eerily quiet.
But then I saw her back on the balcony of our hut.
With some guy.
Of course.
I dove back underneath the waves. My body was rolling beneath the water, kicking me away from the massive vacation home that sat on the edge of the beach. I tried to rebaptize myself. I tried to right my brain for the writing I wanted to do until the sun went down. But the only thing swirling around in my head was him.
Kevin.
And the water droplets that slid down the chiseled divots of his abs.
“Hey, Brooke! This is Caine. He’s a native of the island.”
“That’s great, Morgan.”