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the deck, a romantic dinner for two, a midnight swim in the crystal clear beach, and who could possibly pass up the opportunity to finish it off with a bit of alone time, just me and my husband and our California king-sized bed?

We have a nice dinner, and just as I had hoped, we go for a late dip in the ocean. It’s so much warmer than I had thought it would be, and just it being the two of us with a glass of wine and the moonlight streaming down, casting its glow across the still water is everything to me.

When my fingers begin to grow prunes, Bull scoops me out of the water and walks me up the shore. We both begin shivering and as we reach the tree with the low hanging branch that Bull hung our towels over, he grabs mine and wraps it around me before rubbing his hands up and down my arms. Like always, he’s doing his best to keep me warm, not even thinking about his own needs.

“What do you say to a few drinks down at the bar?” he asks, finally grabbing his own towel and pulling it around his waist. My eyes trail the long drips of water that make their way down his sculpted body.

I smile up at him, still very much in love with this incredible man. “Let me grab something to wear first, and then we can do whatever the hell we want.”

Bull grins, grabbing my ass and lifting me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as his lips find mine. “Whatever the hell I want?” he questions with a devilish sparkle in his deep eyes.

I lean in again, hovering my lips just over his. “Whatever you want.”

Bull starts walking back up to our villa, and something tells me that drinks at the bar will be delayed by a few good hours. Hell, we might just have to cancel it altogether.

We get back into our room, and Bull instantly throws me down on the bed. His eyes stare into mine as he removes his wet clothes, making me equally as wet in the process. His phone buzzes on the bedside table, but we ignore it as he reaches for my bikini bottoms, hooking his fingers through the sides and dragging the cold, damp material down my legs.

That familiar need grows within me. Even after nineteen years together, he still makes my body scream for more.

His phone buzzes again, and then again. “Damn it,” Bull groans, throwing my bikini bottoms down on the floor and reaching for his phone.

“No, don’t. It can wait.”

“Yeah, but what if it’s the kids?”

Damn it. I hate it when he’s right.

Bull looks down at the screen, and his brows instantly draw down. “What is it?” I murmur, sitting up on the bed. “Are the kids alright?”

Bull shakes his head. “I don’t know. It’s Jet. I’ve had four missed calls.”

Bull instantly calls him back, putting Jet on speaker. “Dude, where the fuck have you been?” Jet yells down the line, making me flinch with the loud noise flowing through the phone.

“What the hell is going on?” Bull says, raising his voice to be heard. “I can hardly hear you.”

Jet laughs, and that one sound settles something within me. Surely if my babies are in trouble he wouldn’t be laughing. “Hold on,” he says before changing the call to a video call. We instantly get a shot of Jet’s chin and up his nose, but the flashing colors in the background are what has my attention.

That’s not red and blue flashing lights is it? Is that the cops? Maybe something did happen.

Jet shuffles his phone around so we can see his face better, but in doing so, the whole background image changes, and suddenly we see Jet standing among hundreds of bodies, all packed in like sardines. And the flashing lights … it’s not the cops at all, but the lights of what seems to be one hell of an out of control party.

“SURPRISE!” Jet hollers through the line before walking through the party and making my stomach drop as I take it all in. “Your kids sent you away so they could throw the party of the fucking year.

“Bullshit,” Bull says, wide-eyed. “They wouldn’t do that.”

Jet brings the phone too close to his face and grins wide. “Oh, but they did, and they did it real fucking good.”

“Put Zeke on the phone,” Bull demands, instantly pinning Zeke as the culprit.

“Oh, no, no, no,” Jet laughs. “I’m sorry to inform you, but this is all Ryan’s doing. That little mastermind planned the whole thing, right down to sending you naïve idiots somewhere too far away to bother making the trip home. But seriously, did you really not see this coming? It was fucking perfect.”

“No,” I shake my head, not believing that my first born would commit such a crime against her loving parents. “No, she wouldn’t.”

Jet gets in nice and close once again, almost taunting us. “Oh, but she did,” he howls with laughter before finishing off what’s left of his beer.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Bull questions. “Are you drinking with them?”

Jet shrugs. “Fuck yeah, I came by to check on these little fuckers and found all of this. I’ve tried calling you for the past two hours to see what you wanted me to do about it, but with no answer, I thought I might as well enjoy it while I can. Besides, your kids really know how to throw a fucking party.”

“Shut it down,” Bull demands.

“Hell no,” Jet says. “I’m the cool uncle. You had your chance to make demands, and you let it sail by. Besides, these are your beers I‘ve been working my way through, and I doubt I’ll ever get another chance like this again.”

“Fuck,” I say to Bull. “We’re screwed.”

“And not in the good way,” Jet hollers down the line. “Alight, fuckers,” Jet says, holding the phone up high so we can see what’s going on. “I’m out of here. I have a party to enjoy.”

“Shit,” I panic. “Don’t let my babies get hurt, and make sure the rooms are locked. I don’t want any teenagers making babies in my bed, oh and—”

“Chill out, Mills. Zoey’s here and has it under control. Try to enjoy the rest of your night. I know I will.” Jet grins one more time, and as he reaches to press the little red button to end the call, I get a glimpse of my eighteen-year-old daughter, pressed up against the wall of the living room with some guy’s tongue down her throat.

I blanch as Bull’s hands squeezes down on his phone, threatening to break it in half. Jet’s head whips up and sees exactly what we’re seeing and just seconds before the screen goes black, I hear Jet’s voice booming through the phone in a tone that’s scary enough to bring even the toughest man to his knees. “Oh, fuck no.”

And just like that, Bull and I grab our things.

It’s going to be one hell of a long night.

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