He puts the menu down, and it looks like it pains him. “I’m sorry about crashing your evening. Is it okay with you? Say no and I’ll leave, no questions asked.” Eden,” Phillip says. “I have an entire catamaran for myself, with three crew members. They’re going to cook me dinner. Just for me.” The slowburn, the chemistry, the grumpy sunshine / random vs organised dynamics going on is just *chefs kiss* 💋 It’s easy to get used to a five-star breakfast buffet and endless time to enjoy it. I spend the next morning at my usual table—overlooking the ocean—with a plate of fresh fruit, eggs, and bacon.

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It all happens very fast. I take a step to the right to avoid hitting the kid and sacrifice my balance in the process. I tilt toward the only thing close by. I take a sip of my drink, now watered-down and citrusy. Seems you can stay in a bungalow and still be miserable. Of course, he’s the type to do laps. It makes perfect sense, with his semi-serial killer vibe and repressed sense of personality.He disappears amid the tables and leaves the mystery man and me to our own devices. Or rather, him to his device. His eyes are trained on the screen.

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It’s a three-hour trip up the coast. The guide specializes in fishing mahi-mahi and swordfish.” He shrugs. “Someone told me that swordfish is a specialty in Barbados, but maybe she hadn’t done her research properly…” I open my mouth to say—what, exactly?—but Phillip beats me to the punch. “Yes, and she sure likes to remind me.” This trip is my first time out of the country, if one doesn’t count the road trips from my home in Washington State to Vancouver, Canada, and I don’t. Not really. No, this is it. I’m here. I’m doing it.You know, I studied karate for seven years, and I always carry pepper spray. Not to mention we’re in public.” Oh.” That seems… odd at a five-star resort, but okay, then. I entertain myself by reading through the dessert menu, and then the wine list. My eyes graze over the impossible prices of the glass to the bottle. Between mine and Caleb’s salaries, this was a once-in-a-lifetime trip. His smile widens. “You can put me in a time-out then. But think about it. I have more things planned during these weeks.” I don’t let myself think as I tug off my pajama shorts and shirt, standing there in my underwear for a heartbeat, before stepping into the pool. Phillip is at the other end anyway, swimming again, cutting through the water in strokes that I could never replicate. I think this may be one of my favorite vacation romances. Grumpy/sunshine that was SO good!! He wasn’t a rude asshole like I see often with this trope he just wasn’t talkative at first and focused on working. I wish this was dual pov and we got to see Philip’s thoughts but I loved this so much!!