“Thought you didn’t want to see me again,” I say casually when she’s close enough.
She forces a grin, light-years away from reaching her eyes. Her nervousness is palpable; just like the sharks lurking in the ocean, I can smell her fear.
“Just couldn’t stay away, I guess,” she says, ending it with an awkward laugh. “This doesn’t have to be weird. We saw each other naked. It wasn’t anything special for either of us. I’m okay with us keepin’ it moving.”
Now that’s a fucking lie.
I raise a brow. Normally, I’d enjoy the way it makes her swallow nervously, but that comment is enough to infuriate me. I don’t need her to stroke my ego, but the fact that even now, she still fucking lies.
I don’t get the fucking point of it.
That was the best fuck of her life, and she doesn’t even need to open her mouth and tell me so to know that. My soaked bed sheets and her red, shell-shocked face were a clear indication.
“Wasn’t anything special?” I reiterate.
Another awkward laugh. “Don’t make this weird, Enzo.”
“Okay,” I tell her. “I won’t remind you of the best night of your life. But I am curious if you want to experience the best day of your life now.”
Her brows pinch, and she stares at me like she’s waiting for the punchline. She even glances around as if a film crew is going to pop out and tell her she’s being punked.
Patiently, I wait for her to make up her mind.
“I don’t think that’s a good—”
“It’s not sex, Jamie. I won’t even ask you about yourself.”
It’d all be a lie anyway.
She blinks. “What exactly is going to give me the best day of my life then?”
“A shark.”
“Oh, you’re fucking cracked,” she tells me with an incredulous laugh, and for a second, it almost seems genuine. It makes her look… innocent.
Yet another lie.
“Scared?”
“Uhm, who wouldn’t be?”
“Me.”
She frowns. “Okay, well you got me there.”
“I’ll keep you safe,” I assure her. And it’s the truth. I will keep her safe from the sharks. Just not fromme.
Chapter 7
Sawyer
This is a mistake.
Yet, here I am, following Enzo as he leads me toward a massive boat on the harbor, a credit card with his name on it burning in my back pocket.
The only voice I can hear right now is Kev's. He berated me often, especially after our parents died. I can only imagine what he'd say now, watching me get on a boat with a man I hardly know. The worst part isI'mthe criminal and allowing Enzo to take me out after what I've done… It's too far, even for me.
Yet, I’m too fucking selfish to walk away.