The Vargas Cartel Trilogy (Vargas Cartel #1-3)(168)

“I understand.” My voice wobbled.

“Hey, don’t get all sad on me. I don’t have anything planned after I pick you up at the airport except for spending every moment with you.”

I smiled. “I love that.”

“I love you,” he responded.

A shivered ran through me and my smile came back. “I love you, too.”





Chapter Twenty-Seven




Hattie



A salty breezed shuffled through my hair as I paused at the bottom of the stairs of the private jet. I scanned the area, looking for Ryker. A smile split across my face the instant I spotted him. He was leaning up against the wall with his legs spread, and his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his linen pants. The top two buttons of his gray polo shirt were open, his eyes trained on me.

I broke into a sprint, my turquoise ballet flats slapping against the asphalt, the wheels of my luggage bellowing protest. I halted about a foot away from him, suddenly feeling shy. My eyes trailed down his wide chest to his narrow waist and back up again.

“Come here,” he said, crooking his finger at me, his lids heavy.

I closed the distance between us and his strong hands immediately circled my hips, pulling me flush against his body. I could feel the heat radiating from his body right through my clothes.

“Hi,” I whispered.

“Hi,” he said, a lopsided smile on his heavenly lips.

I brushed his smooth jaw with the pads of my fingertips and my skin tingled. “I can’t believe I’m finally here. It seemed like I’d never find my way back to you.”

Tenderness washed over his face, and his eyes crinkled at the corners, softening ever so slightly. Like magic, I swayed into him, burying my head in the crook of his neck. His familiar scent filled my lungs and I smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.

“The car is waiting for us. Are you ready to go?”

I dragged my hands up his chest. “When are we going to the Vargas compound?”

He framed my jaw with his hands, tilting up my face. “Tomorrow.”

“Where are going now?”

He kissed the corner of mouth. “It’s a surprise.”

I narrowed my eyes, but I couldn’t erase the smile on my face. I was too happy. “What kind of surprise? It better be good.”

“I think it is, but you’ll have to let me know what you think,” he said, his eyes twinkling.

“I’ll do that.”

He stared at me for a second, then he brushed his hand down my face. “How’s the baby?”

I slid his hand from my hip to my belly. “I think I’m showing a little.”

“Maybe a little.” He pressed a soft kiss on my temple. “We need to find you a doctor.”

I nodded. “Tomorrow.”

Grabbing my suitcase from me, he threaded his fingers through mine and pulled me toward a black SUV with dark tinted windows.

***

An hour later, we stopped in front of a large white stucco bungalow with a thatched roof. It sat on a nearly deserted stretch of white sandy beach bordered by the clearest blue water I’d ever seen. Orange and pink brushstrokes painted the sky where it met the ocean. A few boats dotted the horizon, but other than that, it looked like our private paradise.

“What do you think?” Ryker said as he opened my door.

“It’s beautiful.” I climbed out of the passenger seat and tilted my head to the side. The faint roar of the ocean mixed with the soft swish of the trees swaying in the wind brought a smile to my face.

“You’re not disappointed. We can go somewhere—”

“I love it,” I cut in, then I shook my head. “What is this place? How’d you find it?”

“Somebody gave it to Ignacio a couple of years ago in exchange for a debt. He has never used it.”

“He doesn’t care that we’re here?”

He slipped his fingers through mine. “He doesn’t have a choice.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Do you want to explain?”

“Not today. I want today to be about us.”

I hesitated for a second, not sure what to say. He’d hid the truth from me in the past. I didn’t like being in the dark. It made me nervous. “Ryker,” I said, drawing out his name. “Don’t keep secrets from me.”

“There’s nothing to worry about. I promise.”

His phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. “You’re not hungry, are you?”

“No, I ate more than enough on the plane, but I think you already know that since you arranged the whole thing.”

“Then, let’s catch the last few minutes of the puesta de sol.”

“The what?” I said.

“The sunset.” He smiled at me as he guided us through the house and to the patio overlooking the ocean. “One of these days, I’m going to teach you Spanish.”

“Maybe,” I said noncommittally as I gazed at the beauty in front of me.

The palm trees lining the sides of the patio swayed in the gentle tropical breeze. Tiny white lights zigzagged from tree to tree. A small round table complete with a white tablecloth and three flickering candles in different sizes was positioned in the middle of the patio.

“This is amazing,” I whispered.