Chapter 8

“God, it’s breathtaking,” I said, as I stood gazing out the window. “How’d you find this place?”

“Rental agent.” Brady went to a small wooden door to the side of the window. “Come outside with me.”

He took hold of my hand and pulled me outside to a deck that included two lounge chairs and a heat lamp. A soft breeze blew our hair, but it was pleasantly warm.

“I wish I lived here.”

“It’s pretty great. I’ve been here once before.”

I eyed him, trying to decide if I should be jealous. I was guessing he’d brought someone here before me. And really, probably would bring someone else after me. I had no right or even reason to be jealous.

Brady gestured to one of the lounge chairs. “Join me?”

I raised my eyebrows. “In the same chair?”

He waggled his brows back at me.

I laughed. “Okay.”

He placed himself in it first and then indicated I should lie on top of him, so I moved to do so, uncertain if we would even fit. We did.