she hasn’t.”
“Is she out on a photo shoot?”
“No. She talked to Mom last week and told her she had come down with the flu. She was canceling her trip to Ethiopia and remaining at her Jamaican home to get some rest. She probably hasn’t been eating right and her resistance is down. I’m going to try calling her again tonight. I’m really going to give her a good looking-over when she flies in for Marcus’s graduation in a few weeks.”
Taylor nodded. Their cousin Marcus, Chance’s oldest son, would be graduating from high school. The family was excited about his acceptance into Yale University. “Okay. Let me know if you get Cheyenne and she tells you anything. Like you, I think she hasn’t been eating properly.”
“Do you plan on leaving your phone turned on during the time you’re on that island?”
“No, but I will make it a point to check my messages.”
Vanessa laughed. “Do you think Dominic is going to give you the time to do that?”
She knew what Vanessa was insinuating. “I’m going to take the time regardless.”
“If Dominic Saxon is the man I think he is, the man I read about in all those magazines, you won’t have time to do much all week but stay on your back.”
“Vanessa!”
“Just being honest, so get prepared.”
At that moment Taylor heard a sound behind her and turned around. Dominic was standing in the doorway that separated the sitting room from the bedroom, still wet from his shower with only a towel wrapped around his waist. The heat in his eyes, the ones staring at her, were scorching. She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Vanessa, I’ve got to go.” Taylor clicked off the phone without waiting for her sister’s response. She was suddenly filled with the thought that even if she tried, there was no way to get prepared for Dominic.
* * *
“The shower is yours, Taylor. But let me go on record as saying this is the last time I plan on taking a shower alone while we’re here.”
Dominic didn’t even attempt to understand why he was so adamant about that. Probably because all the time he had spent in the shower, standing under the jets of the water, he’d been thinking of how it would be to have Taylor in there with him, all the things they could do. Would do.
“And if I protest?” she asked with a teasing smile on her face.
Of course, she could protest, but he figured she wouldn’t. He would make sure of it. Besides, any woman who got as hot as she did just from a man kissing her, stroking her intimately, wouldn’t be hard to persuade. Not only had he felt her heat, he had tasted it. “Go ahead, if you think that you can.”
The look that suddenly appeared in her eyes let him know he had been right—she would be wasting time to try to deny him. They clicked. They would probably burn up the sheets. And in the end, they would make a baby. For some reason he felt very confident about that.
His gaze roamed up and down her. She had fixed what he’d done to her sundress, but he much preferred seeing it down to her waist. He liked her breasts. The feel of them in his hand. The taste of them in his mouth.
He saw she hadn’t moved from the spot. “Aren’t you going to take your shower now…or do you prefer we get into something else?”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “You’re blocking the doorway.”
“Oh. You don’t think I’d let you get by?”
She chuckled. “Not without trying something.”
He smiled. “I thought one of the perks for this week is for me to try just about anything.”
“Yes, but the key is perfect timing.”
His smile widened. “Trust me, every time we come together will be perfect” He stepped away from the doorway. “Go ahead. I’ll behave.”
She gave him an I don’t believe you look, before heading toward the bathroom. When she got close by him she slowed her steps and looked at him up and down. “Something wrong?” he asked.
“No, nothing’s wrong.”
“Then I can only assume that you
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