Eleven
Damn it. She had sworn she wouldn’t let Nasim kiss her again, and yet there she was, lip-locking with him in the middle of Pirate’s Cove, of all places. His mouth had been as warm as the water was cold, and she’d felt that same thrill of heat within her, the one which told her all too clearly that she wanted a lot more than just a kiss.
There was a small table with a stack of towels off to one side of the cabana. Bailey hadn’t noticed it before, but she guessed that Nasim had conjured it as she was grimly wading to shore. It was a small, considerate note…or was it? Maybe all he really wanted to do was impress her with his thoughtfulness.
Right then, she didn’t know what to think.
Mouth compressed, she began toweling herself off, then reached over for the sequined scarf she’d bee
