TrentI hadn’t been this stressed out since I’d first learned I was no longer going to be able to serve in the military after my injury. I remembered how I had felt in that moment. I was convinced my world was ending.It didn’t end. Things got better, and I was the first to admit I had bounced back just fine. Better than fine. I was on top of the world until I’d gotten the phone call on Tuesday morning that everything had gone to hell in a handbasket.I’d woken up early and made Sade breakfast before sending her off to work. It had been so good, so natural and normal. I felt domesticated and completely settled.I had been planning my next trip, thinking about how I could work from her condo in order to give myself an extra day with her. It was possible. I just had to figure out the logistics. Richie would complain, but I’d give him a bigger bonus or pay him more to get him on board.Then he’d called, and the shit hit the fan. Some jackass kid showed up with an attorney, claiming he wa

SadeI felt refreshed after my shower, but I was still in the mood to just be comfortable. Trent and I had never really had a night in. I knew I was probably skipping about twenty relationship steps, but I was jumping right to sweats and no makeup and a lazy night in.I felt a little guilty about not getting dressed up for him, but I promised myself I would make it up to him tomorrow. I was exhausted. It had been a long week, and I was really looking forward to a night in of cuddling and just hanging out. Maybe I was getting old. I laughed to myself. He was already in his thirties, so hopefully he was into the chill nights.“I hope so,” I mumbled, padding down the hall in my thick socks, my plaid pajama bottoms, and the super-soft cotton tank top I loved to sleep in. I had put my hair up on top of my head and felt very natural. I knew the girls would kill me if they could see me just then, but I was not one to dress to impress. I liked comfort, and if he wanted to try a relationship,

TrentI had every intention of staying in bed all weekend, but I realized I was not the type, and neither was Sade. She’d stared out the window almost the entire time we were eating breakfast, commenting on how beautiful the water was. It was a gorgeous, perfect day. Too perfect to spend inside tucked away in a stuffy room all day.“Feel like going out on the boat?” I asked her.She looked at me. “Really?”“Why not? It’s beautiful out there. I’ll throw some stuff together, and we can go.”“I think I’d like that,” she said with a laugh. “I brought my suit. I wasn’t sure if I would need it.”I laughed. “You don’t need it, but I suppose there is a good chance we’ll run into other boaters out there.”She giggled, blushing prettily. “I don’t think I’m ready to go flashing my assets for the world to see.”“I know I’m sure as hell not ready for you to flash anyone,” I growled.She helped me clean up before we headed back to my room to change into our swimsuits. I called and had the boat brou

SadeTrent gave me a boost up into the helicopter. Secretly, I was sure the extra boost was just an excuse for him to get his hands on my ass. He had a very cute, very flattering obsession with my ass. He took every opportunity to touch it, whether it was brushing his hand over it when he passed or giving it a hard squeeze for no rhyme or reason.I took my seat and waited for him to climb in beside me. He leaned forward and said something to the pilot before settling in beside me and pulling me against him like he always did whenever we were close. The seats were plenty roomy, but he practically pulled me onto his lap. The man was handsy. I liked it.The helicopter began to rise into the air. I stared at the ground below, already missing the little nest we had created in his house over the weekend. Maybe not such a little nest. A big, comfy, luxurious nest with everything we needed.If only his nest were closer to mine.I stared out the window, trying to reconcile my life right then t

TrentI wanted to throw something. Or shoot something. I was having a shit week, and it was only Tuesday. It was hard to reconcile how great I had been feeling on Saturday to what I was feeling just then. I was pissy and grumpy and really wanted to shoot something. I wished I could go for a run, but I couldn’t do that. I was stuck in my damn office.As much as I wanted to walk out and head down to the beach, I couldn’t. I had too many responsibilities. Sometimes, I had to question whether it was worth it. I already had enough money to keep me happy for the rest of my life. Why was I working so hard?If I didn’t have to worry about the hotels, I could pick up and move to be closer to Sade. As if the week wasn’t shitty enough, I wasn’t going to see Sade for the weekend. With the way things were going, I wasn’t going to see her all week. I couldn’t leave Richie to deal with the mess. I hadn’t told her yet, and I wasn’t looking forward to doing so.I knew she was going to be disappointed.