Lazy days between us spent in each other’s company—when we weren’t feverishly pawing each other like a couple of lust struck teenagers—passed quickly and soon it was time to leave for the Hamptons. Although we would be staying at the same estate with Zed, Xavier, and Brigitte, we didn’t bother to travel together. In fact, I didn’t learn they’d been in Southampton a whole three days before we arrived until we were in a luxurious Town Car on the way to the estate. The driver had picked us up from the airport. “I had to get the dailies to David and Jamie. They would have flipped if I hadn’t delivered on time and in case you’ve forgotten, I’ve been more into you than anything this past week and half. Can you forgive me?” Blaine gazed at me with a complete and utter puppy dog look that melted the icicles encasing my heart. “Of course. It’s just . . . they’ve had a chance to pick the best bedrooms and we’re left with the scraps,”
