Chapter Twelve

“This is beautiful,” I say, turning away and facing the water so he can't see the effect he's having on me. “I didn't know there was an over-the-water bungalow place like this in the Caribbean. I've seen pictures of the ones in Bora Bora, but this is amazing.”

“The over-the-water bungalows are a newer addition,” he informs me. “There's a regular hotel and private bungalows on the shore as well.”

I nod. “That makes sense.”

I'm waiting for my heart to stop thudding in my chest. I didn't expect to ever think Christopher was attractive. I mean, I always thought he was handsome, but thinking it and experiencing attraction to him because of it, are two very separate things.

“What would you like to do first?” Christopher asks, looking around at the lagoon.

I can tell that laying poolside doing nothing would drive him crazy. Christopher is a doer. He doesn't know how to sit down and relax. Trying to get him to sit in the sun and enjoy doing nothing would have him hugging the fax machine