Elena’s POV
“Elena?”
I froze again, but the voice wasn’t Ash’s.
It was Dax’s.
My chest loosened in relief as I spun around. He was leaning against the villa’s doorway, hair damp, shirt tugged on carelessly, his eyes locked on me with that wolfish gleam that always made my stomach drop.
“I’m done with the bathroom,” he called, his voice rich with amusement. “You can come in now—unless you’d rather keep staring at the ocean like it’s going to answer all your problems.”
Heat crawled up my neck. “I wasn’t—”
“You were.” His smirk deepened as he stepped toward me, barefoot in the sand. “Don’t worry, babygirl. Your secrets are safe with me.”
I rolled my eyes, but my pulse wouldn’t slow.
“You’re insufferable.”
“And you like it,” he shot back, brushing past me with t
