Lifting her from his lap, he dumped her onto the couch beside him. The way he shifted his pants made her think he wasn’t so grumpy because she’d kissed him; he was grumpy because he couldn’t control his body’s reaction to her.
Infused with excitement, Shea didn’t want to miss this chance. “Who knows the way?” she asked Diego.
“I know the way.”
She shook her head. “You’re staying in the infirmary. No way am I letting you leave the doctor.”
Diego was a pro at handling objections. “We’ll take him, make a real party of it,” he said. “Is a lagoon party a thing?”
That gave her another shot of enthusiasm. “It’s a lagoon?” she swooned, clasping her hands in her cleavage.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s more of a grotto. It’s half in a cave with a waterfall above it.”
The more she heard about this
