Holiday Ever After by Jill Shalvis

Author:Jill Shalvis
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Avon
Published: 2021-08-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

FIFTEEN MINUTES later Lotti climbed the stairs to her apartment.

“You’re late!” Peaches yelled as she entered.

She ignored the parrot for a moment, Sean’s earlier words floating in her brain.

Do you trust me, even just a little?

She still wasn’t sure but her apartment was lit with candles flickering on every surface. He’d somehow come up with two large cutouts of palm trees, which were on either side of her bed. There were blue and green scarves on top of her lampshades, giving the entire place the feel of . . . water.

Sean stood in the center of the room wearing board shorts and a T-shirt that advertised some surf shop in Mexico. No shoes and a pair of sunglasses shoved up on his head. He was holding a pitcher of what looked like strawberry margaritas and a bottle of coconut suntan oil.

“What’s all this?” she asked.

“Take out the trash!” Peaches yelled.

Sean slid a look at the parrot. “We discussed this,” he told the bird. “You were going to let me do the talking.”

“All you want is sex!” Peaches squeaked. “I need it to mean something!”

Lotti strode across the room, took a blue silk scarf off one of the lamps, and covered Peaches’s cage. “Say goodnight, Peaches.”

“Goodnight, Peaches,” Peaches muttered and huffed out a sigh.

Lotti turned to Sean, who was laughing. “I didn’t train him,” she said. “My dad did. He wanted to drive my mom crazy.” She took in the room and realized he’d incorporated everything she’d had on her clipboard. Sand, surf . . . surfer. And he was most definitely the hottest surfer she’d ever seen. “What is all this, Sean?”

“Since you can’t get to Mexico, I brought Mexico to you.”

“How did you accomplish all this in fifteen minutes?”

“Maybe you’re not the only one with the taking care of everyone else skill.” He lifted a shoulder with a little self-deprecating grimace. “Mine, of course, is a newer skill, so I’m not sure how I’m doing.”

Her heart squeezed. “You’re doing amazing.” And because the answering look he gave her had more than her heart reacting, she went for a distraction. “Tell me that’s strawberry margaritas.”

“It is. And I didn’t do this alone. I had help. Elle, Pru, Willa, and Colbie are real good in a pinch. Especially Elle. She’s a miracle maker. We’re not even sure she’s human.” He poured them each a glass—hers had a little umbrella in it. He gently clicked his drink to hers. “To Mexico.”

She drank to that and then rolled her sore neck.

He gently took her glass and set it on her nightstand. “Take off your sweater and lie down,” he said. “On your front.”

She went brows up. “I don’t think I’ve had enough tequila yet.”

“I’m going to use the suntan oil for all your kinks.”

Her breath stuttered in her throat as all sorts of dirty, wicked images floated in her head.

“. . . In your neck,” he said with a smile that said he knew exactly where her mind had gone.

She’d reached for

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