Free Cancun: Bad Boys on the Beach: A Standalone Romance Novel by Kimberly Fox Page B

question.”
    He smiles back at me. “You said that we have nothing in common. I’m trying to remedy that. We’re both reading the same book; now we have something in common. We can talk about it over drinks, through dinner, or after sex. Whatever you prefer.”
    I’m not giving in that easily. “What’s the main character’s name?”
    “Gabriel,” he says, “or are you talking about Skyler?”
    He could have gotten that from the back of the book. Time for a harder question. “What is the council’s name?”
    “The Holy Consort?” he asks. “Although I think they’re going to break up. Gabriel and Alexander are-”
    “Whoa, whoa whoa,” I interrupt with my hands up. He’s actually gotten farther in it than me. “Where did you get that anyway?”
    He grins. “I have my ways.”
    “Alright,” I say with a raised eyebrow. “You’ve earned one drink after to discuss today’s reading.”
    He smiles that delicious smile of his and lowers his sunglasses. He looks sexy in them.
    “I have to go catch up,” I say, pointing to the beach. He’s actually ahead of me. I can’t have that. He grins as I walk away. When I turn back after a few moments he’s actually reading the book. The weightless feeling comes back and I catch myself almost skipping to the beach.
    There’s a little cabana on the beach with the sweatiest man in Mexico making smoothies inside. I order a Berry Blaster and carefully watch him make it. A bead of sweat hangs dangerously close to falling into my smoothie but he turns his head at the last moment and it falls onto the sand. I feel bad and dig out a five dollar bill to leave him as a tip. He takes it, thanks me and then uses it to wipe his sweaty forehead before stuffing it into his pocket. Remind me to never touch money ever again.
    The hammocks are empty and I stretch out in one, watching the calm ocean as I drink my Berry Blaster. It’s a gorgeous beach with white powdery sand and clear, turquoise water. The seagulls are cawing and little sparrows dart from tiki hut to tiki hut, looking for dropped French fries or other pieces of food that careless tourists have dropped in the sand.
    Mr. and Mrs. Carson wave to me as they walk to the beach. I finish my smoothie and get started on the book. The embarrassment of having Ethan ahead of me is starting to get to me.
    Unlike yesterday, I get absorbed in the book immediately and I’m on chapter three when I finally come up for air. Megan walks down the path looking like a hungover zombie. I lower my head and raise my book. I don’t really feel like talking to her right now.
    Stephanie comes down a minute later looking as fresh as a daisy. There’s a group of people that came for the wedding gathered in the first few rows of chairs around Mr. and Mrs. Carson. Stephanie joins Megan who’s lying on a chair with a beach towel over her head.
    An athletic looking girl from the resort announces that there’s going to be a Zumba class starting in two minutes. Of course, Stephanie jumps up in her tiny bikini and volunteers. She shakes her tits and ass in front of the wedding group. Can she go five minutes without showing off?
    This girl is an attention whore of the highest level. She has no shame.
    It’s weird but I’m not that mad at what happened. I’m more relieved. I’ve been running from the fact that Aaron and I have been over for a long time and now that it’s been shoved in my face it’s pretty liberating. I don’t have to try to make it work with him any longer. Love should be effortless and with Aaron it was all effort. And all from me and none from him.
    Aaron and I had dated for two years in high school. He was in a band and it was really exciting. He smoked weed and my parents didn’t approve. Dating him was the first time in my teenage career that I felt cool.
    We broke up when I went off to college and he stayed back to focus on his band. Six years later we ran into each other at the supermarket and he asked me out for a