The Redo (Winslow Brothers #4) (119)

“That’s what grandmas are for,” she says through a smile. “Now, go enjoy yourselves. I’ll text you some picture updates tomorrow.”

At first, I don’t balk at Wendy calling herself Izzy’s grandma, but once we’re off the phone, it won’t stop rolling around inside my brain. Is she Izzy’s grandma?

Izzy does have living grandparents—Oliver’s parents—whom I still make a point to FaceTime fairly often so they can see Izzy. I even plan to visit them when I feel like Izzy is old enough to travel that far, but their health and international location make it impossible for them to be the kind of grandparents that are active in her life.

But Wendy? She’s very much become an active member in Izzy’s life.

So…is she Izzy’s grandma, then?

To truly answer that question, I’d have to know the answer to a much bigger question—what are Remy and I?—and I find myself quickly shoving it aside and trying to focus on the whole point of this vacation.

We’re here to have fun. To enjoy ourselves. To just…be in the moment.

But isn’t that what you’ve been saying you’ve been doing this whole time? Even before this trip?

“You ready to go enjoy some dinner, babe?” Remy asks, distracting my attention, and I turn to find him shoving his phone and wallet into the pocket of his linen pants.

I swallow down my doubts and nod. “Uh-huh.”

“Good.” He closes the distance between us, wraps his strong arms around me, and kisses me with a deep, exploratory kiss that fogs my brain in the best kind of way.

And by the time a honk alerts us that our car has arrived, I’m half aroused and solely focused on enjoying a date night with Remy.

Damn, he’s sexy, I think to myself as I watch the way his tight ass moves in his linen pants as he walks toward the front door.

And I just keep gawking at him, thinking about how I’m in the Bahamas with the sexiest man on the planet and the urge to say “Fuck the dinner” and rip his clothes off right now is becoming stronger by the minute.

When he notices that I’m not following behind, he glances over his shoulder with a curious raise of his brows. “You coming, babe?”

My dirty mind takes his words a little too literally, and I get an idea.

Yes. Fun. Just focus on the fun.

“I forgot to put on perfume! Be right back!” I half lie and hurry back into the bathroom.

Now, I do spray a little of my favorite Chanel No. 5 on my wrists, but I also reach up beneath my dress and slide my panties down my legs and…leave them off for good.

And then I give myself one final look in the mirror.

Hair? Check.

Makeup? Check.

Cute beachy dress and heels? Check.

No underwear? Check. Check. Check.

If this trip is about fun, then I’m ready to have some fun. The rest, I can deal with when we get back home…right?




I take a sip of my wine, set my napkin in my lap, and look around the restaurant Remy chose for the night. Dune is located inside one of Nassau’s fanciest hotels. The vibe is expensive and cozy, with white tablecloths and dim lighting and candles creating mesmerizing shadows around the room. And the floor-to-ceiling windows that surround the intimate space provide a gorgeous view of the ocean.

Not to mention, the food here is supposed to be phenomenal. And after our friendly server Eduardo talked me into ordering their most popular dish—the porcini-crusted salmon—I’m curious to find out if it lives up to the hype.

“You doing okay, babe?” Remy reaches out and grabs my hand, smiling across the table at me.

“Of course.” I tilt my head to the side in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I be doing okay?”

“I know it’s not easy leaving Izzy for this long,” he says with a little frown. “Hell, I find myself having a hard time with it often.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.” He nods, and a humble laugh leaves his lips. “I don’t know what it is about little girls, but they have a way of wrapping me around their tiny fingers. I remember feeling the same way about Lexi at times when she was just a baby. Though, with Izzy, it feels way more intense. Maybe I’ve gotten soft in my old age.” He mocks himself, and I silently wonder if there’s more he’s not saying.

But I don’t harp on it. Instead, I keep the mood light.

“And just think, now Lexi is almost a teenager with a boyfriend.”

He grimaces. “Don’t remind me.”

I can’t hide the smile on my lips.

“It’s not funny, Ria.”

“Oh, but it is funny,” I tell him and squeeze his hand. “But it’s funny in an adorable way because you’re really sweet with her. And Lexi just adores you. In her eyes, the sun basically rises and sets from your ass.”

“And what about in your eyes?”

I quirk a skeptical eyebrow. “You fishing for compliments, Rem?”

“From you? I’m always fishing for whatever I can get. Compliments. Smiles. Your laughter.” He drops his voice, “My mouth on your pussy. You coming on my cock.”

Um…yes, please.

The fact that I’m not wearing any panties becomes a stark and heady realization. Of their own accord, my hips fidget in my seat.