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“Do you want to sleep in this bed or not?”
“Hell yes.” He jumps onto the mattress like a child. “I’m going to sleep like a rock in this thing.”
“Just stay on your side and everyone will have a good night.”
“Whatever you say, boss.”

Calder & Dakota share the bed 🛏️

Dakota- Perhaps my life would have turned out very differently if I’d had unconditional, unwavering support and love. And good examples of love. Maybe then I wouldn’t have been so hyper-focused on getting married and finding my HEA that I would have seen the red flags Randal waved.

Bad parents?
Bad parenting?
Bad childhood?

“What are you looking for?”
My traitorous eyes move to Calder. Damn them. “Just . . . myself again.”
I turn back to find my best friend frowning at me.
“I lost a lot of myself & I’d like to find that girl again. The one who opened her own T-shirt shop fresh out of college & renovated her house all on her own & just killed it at life, ya know?”
“How will you find her again? Do you have a plan?”

Trista’s sister arrives in Mexico

Calder- Aw, come on, Ace. The human body is a wonderful thing. Don’t be ashamed.
Dakota- I’m not ashamed. I just don’t need to have your unit looking me in the eye.
Calder- He likes to look.

He wants to show her something since she popped out of her bikini top while playing volleyball in the pool. 💦
Makes them even

Pocket python 🐍

And as my sanity returns, I realize with a heavy pit in my stomach that I really hate myself because I don’t actually hate her.
I want her.
And I hope she heard me just now.

Calder did himself in the shower while thinking of Dakota 🚿

A small laugh escapes me, echoing off the shower walls as I think of how her scowling Karen barrier would vanish forever if she gave me one fucking night. Just one night to cure her of her bristly attitude. One night to erase whatever that fuck-wit Randal did to inspire her to visit a sex club by herself.

Calder thinking about Dakota
Wants to heal her
Break her walls down

Calder- Maybe I need to go back to Club Lexon and find a Domme if this is the kind of shit that gets me hard. A rude, off-putting nag who snores like a trucker . . . Is there a room at the sex club to exercise that kink? I’m guessing not. Little too niche, I’d bet.

Wondering why he’s so turned on by Dakota

The look of disappointment in his eyes is unmistakable, and the confidence that surges through me over that reaction is better than sex . . . and makes me think perhaps sex is a need. A need that I should be thinking about with the man I’ve been seeing for weeks now, not this bearded new guy.
I better stay far away from this Fletcher brother if I know what’s good for me.

Dakota’s flashback
Attraction