The Runaway Heiress:Seven Days of Sin
“I’m good, thank you. Besides, it’s not even noon. Isn’t that a little early for drinks?”
Shaun laughed. “We’re on vacation, and if you haven’t heard, it’s always five o’clock somewhere.”
Chelsea swung her legs off the chair and offered her hand to Shaun. “I have heard that, and I’d love a drink.”
I tried to maintain my smile as Max settled onto Chelsea’s recently vacated seat. I loved Chelsea, but playing the field, and playing men for drinks and whatever else, was her specialty. Why hadn’t I realized that bringing her to an exclusive resort would be like taking a child to a candy store?
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