Abi snickered before straightening up. “In all seriousness, though, I’m glad he’s not the asshole he seemed like when we first met. I was totally on board with Team Hate Fenris’s Guts, but…he’s grown on me, too.” She grinned. “Like a fungus! And who knows, maybe you would’ve been head over heels if you’d gone on a date instead of being whisked away to his private island. Which was, you know, totally normal behavior.”
She’d meant to be funny, but I paused. “I guess we really haven’t had an actual date,” I said, frowning.
“Well, you should!” Abi slapped my shoulder playfully. “Go have a picnic if you can’t leave the island!”
For once, I didn’t argue with her. It wasn’t a half-bad idea.
Chapter 12
Fenris
Fenris’s Private Villa
Isla Lobo, Panama
The sand churned beneath my feet as I g
