And I do.
By the time she makes it to JP’s side, I’m braced and ready to maintain my cool and not make an ass of myself . . . again. We’ve only seen each other a few times and never for very long. Up close with time to study her, I see new details I missed before. The thin straps of her sundress bare more of her than I’ve seen in the past, and several colorful, intricate tattoos decorate her burnished skin. Script kisses her collarbone, but I’m not close enough to read. Moons adorn three fingers of her right hand—a crescent on the ring finger, half on the middle finger, and full on the index.
She’s wearing flat sandals tonight instead of heels, and her head doesn’t quite reach my shoulder. God, as big as I am, I could crush her if I wasn’t careful. Not that I’ll ever get the chance to be careless with her. The look on her face says it; that long-suffering unyieldingness; that eloquent silence tells me in no uncertain terms my interest is duly noted and not reciprocated.
“You needed me, JP?” she asks, the warmth of her voice chilled to room temperature, probably for my benefit.
“You didn’t tell me you knew Kenan when I mentioned him in the meeting today,” he says with gentle accusation. It’s obvious he’s fond of Lotus.
Long lashes drop to cover her eyes before she lifts them to boldly meet mine. “We don’t really know each other,” she says with a little lift of her slim shoulders. “His teammate is married to my cousin. Good to see you again, Kenan.”
It’s the first time I’ve heard her say my name. It’s quiet for a few seconds while the various people in the tight circle slide looks between Lotus and me, no doubt trying to figure out what’s really up.
While I try to figure out what’s really up.
“Good to see you again, too,” I say, forcing a small smile.
“How were Iris and August when you left San Diego?” she asks, snagging a few of the olive hors d’oeuvres from Chase’s small plate.
“Good. Working on the nursery.”
She goes still for a moment, a natural smile curving her mouth, before she turns to her friend Yari who walked her over.
“So how do I convince you to wear my watches, Mr. Ross?” JP asks.
All the attention falls on me. “Let’s play it by ear,” I reply and sip my wine.
“Well, you do have great arms,” JP points out unnecessarily and again. “It’d be total arm porn.”
I wince, because that still just doesn’t sound right.
“You have no idea what that is, do you?” Lotus leans over to whisper. She’s in my space, and she smells fresh and sweet and spicy, like she dabbed drops of her personality at her wrists and behind her knees.
“Um . . . it sounds like some freaky shit.”
She laughs, and it’s the first time her openness, the freedom of who she really is, has been unleashed on me. I’ve seen it from a distance with Iris and her daughter Sarai, but Lotus’s dark eyes shine with humor and her lips twitch even after she’s done laughing.
We don’t have time to go deeper because Keir grabs a mic and verbally herds everyone into the yacht’s main saloon.