The Complete Caribbean Nights by Anne Marsh

Author:Anne Marsh
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Publisher: Anne Marsh
Published: 2022-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

Bravo loves being my co-pilot. The dog bounces up and down in the front seat beside me when I pull up in front of Marlee’s place the day after we strike our deal. Marlee comes flying out her front door, an enormous smile lighting up her face. Papelier is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays, so we’re kicking off the week with step one in Project Knock Marlee Up. Once again, this is not the step I would have focused on. We’re both fully dressed and sex still does not appear to be on the event horizon.

My first clue—besides the lack of a bed—is her outfit, which would definitely never be mistaken for sexy lingerie. Marlee’s wearing a flowered romper, a pair of canvas sneakers, and carrying what has to be the world’s smallest purse. The bow decorating the front practically exceeds the entire carrying capacity. She’s piled her hair up on top of her head in one of those messy twists, and a ballpoint pen, two pencils, and what might be a chopstick appear to be key structural elements. Little wisps escape in every direction. Honestly? It’s kinda cute.

I get a handful of seconds to enjoy the view, during which I signal Bravo to move his ass to the back seat. He reluctantly complies, and then she’s yanking open the passenger side door and maneuvering herself up onto the seat with a little hop. Fuck. I was probably supposed to get out and open the door. Or maybe that’s just date night behavior? We’re planning on having sex, but other than my putting out, I’m not sure what she’s expecting from me.

“You’re here!” Apparently, she was worried that I would come to my senses. Nope. I’m too stupid—and attracted—for that. I’m hers for as long as she’ll have me.

I put the truck into drive and point us toward the mainland. “Promised you I would be. You got directions for me?”

She fishes for her seatbelt before she says anything. Today’s mission involves purchasing an ovulation kit. Angel Cay is both small and not in possession of a drugstore, therefore necessitating a field trip. And since Marlee would rather that not everyone in a twenty-mile radius be alerted to our reproductive agenda, she’s decreed we’re going to a drugstore on the mainland. One that’s at least forty miles from the Florida Keys.

For the first twenty miles, Marlee tells me all about the latest doings on Angel Cay. There was a cruise ship in port yesterday, and the visitors provided the usual shot of color. Somebody tried to drive a bike drunk and ended up crashed into a coconut palm with minor injuries. A couple was surprised on the beach in the middle of a very creative sex act (I ask for details about this one but am shot down). Mrs. Johnston, Marlee’s neighbor on the right, is putting in a new garden and has a very hot, very tanned young gardener, and everybody comes out and watches while he digs (although there’s a double standard at work because apparently Mrs.

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