And right now I’d really like to tell him what he could do with that flute.
For some reason Leah feels it’s imperative that I meet someone new. As if going out on a date is going to make the pain go away. Well, it’s not. I’m broken and loving someone or something is just not worth it because when you lose it . . . when you lose them . . . the pain is too much to bear.
Leah rises from the tub and stalks over to her suitcase. “Let’s put on our sexiest outfits and hit this town.”
I let out a stretch, arching my fingertips toward the ceiling. “Can we sleep first? I am jet-lagged and still on Ohio time.”
Unzipping her bag, Leah moves some clothes around and talks over her shoulder. “No prob. I heard Italians like to eat really late anyway. You doze for a few. I’m too wired to sleep.”
Leah pulls the largest pair of binoculars I’ve ever seen out of her suitcase and holds them up to her face.
“What the hell are those?” They look like they belong to the CIA.
“They’re Adam’s. He uses them for surveillance. I borrowed them for our trip.” She walks over to the glass door that acts as the main entrance into our suite. Opening the door, Leah steps out onto the veranda facing the marina and the view we were admiring earlier.
“Those things are huge. There’s no way you’re carrying them around. And if you lose them, I don’t care how much Adam loves you. He’ll flip.”
Leah lets out a loud laugh. I return it. We both know Adam staying mad at Leah is about as likely as me befriending an octopus who speaks French.
See? Unlikely.
I walk over to the bed and fall into it. My body sinks into the duvet and I actually sigh, it feels so good. My eyes are just about to set into sleepyland when Leah lets out a loud gasp.
I prop open an eye.
“Ems, Ems—come here, you have to see this.” She’s still on the veranda, her hand flapping at a million miles a second. Her eyes still glued to the binoculars.
I let out a grunt and fall further into the pillow.
“Emma!” She shrieks. It’s a hurry-up shriek, not a I’m-being-kidnapped shriek.
Unwillingly and very tiredly, I roll off the bed and pad over to where she’s standing. When I reach her side, she hands the binoculars over to me and positions my body and the binoculars in the direction she was gawking at. I lift the binoculars to my face and look out on the marina.
“What am I looking at?” I ask.
“The boat. Do you see the boat?”
“I see, like, a million boats.” I reply.
“The ginormous boat, Ems. It’s huge. You can’t miss.”
I pan the area where she’s positioned me to look. Sailboat, sailboat, sailboat, smaller vessel, smaller vessel, motorboat, hydrofoil . . . Ahh, I see it. Ginormous isn’t even the word. It’s twice the size of the ferry we took from Naples this morning. It’s impressive, I’ll give her that, but so not worth getting out of bed for.
I hand the binoculars back to Leah. “It’s very nice. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some sleep to catch up on.”
Leah pushes the binoculars back to my chest.
“Look at the upper deck, spaz.”
With an eye roll, I take the binoculars back. There’s the boat again. I see windows. I see a double staircase off the back of the boat. I see a seating area. I see . . . oh. Oh, have mercy.
I see a man. Not just any man. I see a naked man. Naked in all his glory.
Yup, I’m awake now.
These binoculars are really powerful because from the incredible distance we are from the yacht, I can see the clear definition of his ass.
It’s a good ass.
It’s a gladiator ass.
And that’s not all. His back is rumbling with muscle, cascading with each movement of his incredible body.