Where is he?” He’d bet that business just about killed her. Dani didn’t like failure. Didn’t tolerate failure. She was like him in that regard. “We broke up.” “And?” It wasn’t that simple. Couldn’t possibly be, or she wouldn’t be hiding out here on the island, making erotic bucket lists. Since he’d shared, however, he figured it was her turn, so he made a “give it up” gesture. “Rick and I dated for three years. He gave me a ring six months ago and we were planning on a June wedding.” Huh. It was June now. She’d mentioned plans gone awry on the beach the day they’d reconnected, and he hadn’t missed the “romance or bust” message the cabin screamed, but hearing her say those words still packed a punch. “Yes, you guessed it. Welcome to my honeymoon.” “What happened?” He leaned forward, away from the temptation that was her body, and speared another marshmallow on his stick. He was certain her seduction scenario didn’t call for him getting his hands on her two minutes after he’d told her such a sad story.
