Fair Trade
As his taxi sped up the sparkling coastline, Andy rubbed his chin, trying to focus on business instead of s*x. He opened the folder in his lap and attempted to reread the notes his father had given him, telling him precisely what to say, but Andy’s attention deficit was worse than ever. He looked up from his papers and took in the wild beauty of the thin, sinewy palm trees arching over the aqua waters. In his e-mails, Wayne seemed quite happy Andy would be returning, even if it were just as a representative of Harris Confectioners of Boston. In any other circumstance, Andy was certain he’d be the wrong family member for a business trip, but in this case, with the mutual attraction…wait.
Right here. This was the spot where he’d had his first kiss, or at least the first one that
