hear?” She planted her hands in the sand behind her and leaned back on her palms.
“Enough.” I walked forward a few steps and saw her gaze trailing down the length of my body before she snapped it back up. She was doing a lot of that—checking me out before she caught herself doing it.
I didn’t mind. I just didn’t know why she felt like she had to stop. I was doing the same thing to her, minus the stopping part.
She tilted her head and lifted a hand to shield her eyes from the sun. “What do you do for a living if you’re not a serial killer?”
“I think even they have day jobs,” I joked. “I’m a pilot. My hobbies do not include homicide, mayhem, or any of the other colorful thoughts you’ve had.”
“What are your hobbies?” she asked.
I shook my head. “You first. What do you do for a living?”
“I’m in Human Resources.” There was a hint of pride in her voice. “Senior consultant.”
I trailed my gaze across her face again. “Senior, huh? You don’t look like you should be a senior anything.”
“I worked hard.” She jutted her chin out. “Youngest in the department to ever get promoted to senior status.”
“How old are you?”
She shook her head and motioned to me. “Your turn.”
“What do you want to know?” I walked the rest of the way out of the water and went to sit next to her.
As much as I enjoyed looking at Lindsay, the way she kept looking at me was getting my blood flowing, and in my wet shorts, there would be no hiding it. The last thing I needed was her thinking that I was going to try to get into her pants.
I very much would’ve liked to get into her pants, but I doubted she would be interested. Despite her thinking I was hot and her undressing me with her eyes, she hardly seemed to be the type to fuck what had happened out of her system.
“My hobbies?” I focused on the question she’d asked me instead of letting my brain wander to speculating over how I might be able to help her if she was interested in fucking it out of her system. “Working on old planes, hiking, scuba diving. A bunch of stuff really. A lot of physical activity.”
She slanted her gaze at me, once again running it over my body even though I was now seated. “Well, at least that’s one thing about you that adds up.”
“Everything about me adds up,” I said. “I haven’t lied once since I met you.”
“You haven’t?” She lifted her brows. “Did you and I get married in some ceremony I don’t remember then?”
“I haven’t lied to you.” I propped my elbows on my knees and admired the view while we talked. Whoever thought the ocean was just the ocean no matter where you went clearly hadn’t been here before. “Don’t pretend like you minded me lying to that manager. It got us the room, didn’t it?”
“Are you ever going to let me forget that?”
“Nope.” I grinned. “It’s true. Now answer the question. You didn’t mind me lying to him about us. I saw you laughing. There’s no point trying to deny it.”
“I was laughing because what you were threatening to do was ridiculous.” She rolled her eyes when I glanced at her. “I still can’t believe he thought you were being serious.”
“Hey, if this was our honeymoon and they didn’t have a room for us, I would’ve done exactly what I threatened him with. In that context, I was being serious. If I thought you’d have been willing to take the act that far, I’d have done it anyway if he’d refused us a room.”
“There’s no way you’d have gotten intimate with that many people around.”
I laughed. “Who said anything about getting intimate? I was talking about fucking. And yes, I would have done it with that many people around. I don’t know them.”
“Maybe not, but they would’ve gotten to know you pretty damn well during the ensuing criminal trial.”
“Do you really think any cop would’ve arrested me for simply wanting to consummate my marriage to my beautiful bride? Lack of self-control isn’t a crime.”
“It is when the failure to control yourself results in you committing a crime. Having sex in the lobby of a hotel is definitely a crime.”
“I’m a man in love. No one would blame me. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’d have been able to spin it against the hotel for not having