incorporate until two years later.”
They were silent for a while, the pounding of the waves crashing on the shore making for a pleasant soundtrack.
“What brought you here?” she asked as they continued walking. “I didn’t even know this place existed.” The island was small, no more than a few square miles, but with all the luxuries imaginable. So far, four days into the trip, Bree had no complaints.
“Someone recommended it to me,” he said as he looked at the sky.
“And you just had to check it out?”
“Something like that,” he said cryptically, and then looked down at her. “Would you believe I just needed to get away?”
She shrugged. “But why here?”
“Why not? From where I’m standing right now, it seems like I chose wisely.”
She stopped walking at those words.
He stopped, too, and turned to face her.
Their eyes met and she forgot to breathe. He took both of her hands and pulled her to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. His body was solid, and the heat coming off him suffused her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort.
She rested her cheek on his chest. The pounding of his heart and the hard muscles beneath his T-shirt were difficult to ignore.
He tipped up her chin with his finger. Her eyelids closed as his mouth descended on hers. Their first contact was chaste, but her lips hummed with expectation. She ran her hands up his back, enjoying the play of his muscles as he tightened his embrace.
He slanted his mouth over hers, deepening the kiss and stealing her breath away. His hand on her lower back held her securely.
But then Nick ended the kiss abruptly, leaving Bree to question her kissing ability. “What—” she gasped, realizing how truly out of practice she was at this man-woman thing.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “We should get back. Your friends will wonder what happened to you.” He grabbed her hand and tugged her in the direction from which they’d come.
“Slow down,” she cried, trying to keep up. Her foot landed on something sharp. “Ouch!” She liberated herself from his grasp and hopped on her good foot.
“What happened?” he asked, when she sat down hard on the damp sand.
“I think I cut my foot on something,” she sputtered. Then she mumbled under her breath, “As if you cared.” Not only was her pride hurt, but now she’d done a number on her foot if the pain she felt was any indication.
“Bree, I’m sorry. It’s not you,” he began. “I—”
“Save it.” She’d never been as good as her friends were with the opposite sex. Up until this moment, she hadn’t really cared.
She brushed the sand from her cut foot to discover she was bleeding. The moon and stars were bright, but not bright enough to see how deep the cut was. “It’s bleeding.”
Without another word, he picked her up and carried her back to where the light was brighter and set her down.
“You might need stitches,” Nick said, after examining her foot.
No way. That would mean needles and she didn’t do needles. “I’m sure some antibiotic ointment and a bandage will do.”
“Let’s get a second opinion,” he said as he lifted her again and proceeded to carry her to the hotel. He inquired at the front desk about a nearby infirmary, and was directed to the resort’s clinic, just a short walk away. He was also given a towel to wrap around her foot.
“Really, Nick, I’ll be fine.” Being carried around by a strong, sexy guy might be some girl’s fantasy but not hers. She was just plain embarrassed.
He ignored her pleas, as well as her demands to walk on her own. And about five minutes later she was seated in front of a nurse, who was irrigating the sand and debris from Bree’s wound.
“All this fuss is ridiculous,” she said to Nick.
“Humor me,” he said from the fake leather chair in the corner of the exam room. His arms were crossed, the ankle of one leg resting on the knee of the other. Thankfully, he’d picked up their shoes on the way to the clinic, donning his but not even allowing her to carry her own shoes, which were now on the floor next to his chair.
“The wound is pretty deep,” the nurse stated. “The doctor will be in to stitch you up in a few minutes. When was your last tetanus shot?”
Bree’s heart stopped. Stitches and a shot? “In high school,” she mumbled. There hadn’t been a need for one since then. She wasn’t exactly an outdoorsy kind of gal.
The nurse raised an eyebrow. “And you’re thirty-three now?”
Bree nodded her head and frowned.
The nurse made a note in Bree’s chart. “I’ll be back with the booster when the doctor has finished stitching you up.”
“It’s not that bad,” Nick said when the nurse left them alone. He must have seen her panicked expression. “They’ll numb you and—”
The doctor knocked before opening the door, a syringe visible in his hand.
“Numb me? With a needle?” She was suddenly light-headed. “I don’t feel so well.”
Then everything went black.
* * *
NICK FOUGHT OFF CONSCIOUSNESS without success the next morning when bright light stabbed through his eyelids to penetrate the center of his brain with white-hot fire.
He moaned in agony, brought his hand to his head and squinted at the source of his torture.
A sliver of daylight shone through the room-darkening drapes where they hadn’t closed completely.
He rolled from his left side to his back and realized he wasn’t alone. He wasn’t even on the tiny bunk on the boat, which meant this wasn’t his bed. His head jerked to his right, the pain slicing through his skull again.
“Bree!” he gasped. They were in her cottage.
“Hmm?” She lay on her right side, her back facing him.
Nick knew the minute Bree regained consciousness, because she rolled to her back before abruptly sitting up straight. Her hands flew to her head and she moaned. She pulled up the sheet to protect her modesty, but there was no need.
She was fully dressed in the shorts and tank top she’d changed into after they’d gone to the hot tub.
How had he—they—ended up in such a compromising position?
“What happened?” Bree demanded in too loud a voice for his ears to tolerate. Her hand flew to her temple and she lowered her voice. “What are you doing here?” She got out of bed and looked around
