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Remy watched as Ava turned away, as if not wanting to engage with him. His lips still burned from her kiss no matter how many times he tried to wipe it away.
Why was she on this boat?
And why the hell did she just start the engine?
“Can you untie us?” she called.
A wave of fatigue settled over him as Ava calmly went about her business. It was as if nothing had happened. As if she wasn’t laying a trap but getting ready for a leisurely cruise. He wasn’t about to help cast off.
But how else could he get answers if he didn’t follow her?
Even if it was on a boat.
On an ocean.
A boulder formed in his throat. While he was a good swimmer and didn’t mind the water, there was something about the ocean that unsettled him — especially on a boat with Ava at the helm. He preferred his grave o
