[CAMI]
The towel nearly smacks me in the face.
I catch it last second, gripping it hard enough to strangle something. Marco's laughing as he steps back like he just tossed me a bone.
“That how you deal with your anger?” he asks. “Dive into the deep end like it owes you money?”
I roll my eyes, wrapping the towel around myself. “You offering therapy or just practicing your stand-up routine?”
“Why not both?” His grin widens. “You’ve got excellent timing though. The dramatic swim, the wet dress, the finger—chef’s kiss. If you’d screamed ‘You’ll regret this!’ while lightning cracked, I might’ve proposed.”
I glare at him, water dripping off my hair and soaking the patio stones beneath my feet. “Too bad I’m already married. To the devil.”
Marco chuckles, folding his arms. He’s clearly enjo
