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I settled on a black one-piece. Zac hadn't tried to influence my decision in the shop, although he stood near the bikini racks the entire time. His staff almost had heart attacks when they saw him, then began fussing over me. I instantly regretted that we'd left his house at all. It was bad enough that his family knew about me, but it was even worse now that the public had seen me on his arm. What did they think of his latest woman? Were they taking bets on how long we'd last?
"They'll stop staring," Zac whispered in my ear as we left the shop. "We'll be old news in a few weeks and they'll move onto another couple."
Yet again, he'd read my thoughts. It unsettled me even more.
He drove me to Prospect Point, an out of the way spot frequented by surfers. With his surfboard under his arm
