46
They ran naked up the beach and hurried inside the cabin in the chill light of dawn. They’d gone for a long skinny dip. Damn, Lola missed swimming. And she’d felt so strong after the great s*x that she’d swum way too far and barely made it back to the beach in absolute exhaustion.
The shower had been fast, especially with someone to scrub her back, and the collapse into bed equally quick. They’d barely snuggled up and she was out like a light.
When at last she woke, Lola could only blink at the dim light beyond the lace-curtained windows. A bedroom clock built into the face of a coconut informed her that it was seven o’clock. A.m. or p.m.? The whole room had been done in tropical island, but with a sense of humor. The clock wasn’t kitschy; it was a joke playing off the soft blues and
