I’m wearing a sage green linen dress and I’m glad I’m dressed lightly, because although there is probably air conditioning and moving air with the help of two ceiling fans, Ixtapas is small enough that the heat from the kitchen permeates my hair, making it damp and slightly wavy. I’m wearing it loose around my shoulders, and I resist the urge to pull it back into a ponytail to get it off of my neck. Justin looks cool and comfortable in a white muscle tank top and khaki shorts and flip flops. He’s tanned and it makes his green eyes stand out more than usual. I’ve never seen his upper arms before, and find myself staring at how well built he is. He has a tattoo circling his left upper bicep of a dragon and it’s sexy as hell. “So how do you know about this place?” I ask him. “It’s awesome, but I swear I never would have known it was here from the outside. It looks condemned. And do you bring a lot of girls here?” Justin pours me a second glass of wine from a bottle he brought in based on Ixtapa’s BYOB policy. It’s a sweet but dry red and although I don’t know much about wine, it tastes deep and rich and I feel giddy from a glass. “To answer your first question,”
