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“She can’t stop staring at him. I remember those days,” one of the other wives calls me out for gawking.

I finally pull my gaze away. “Sorry,” I say and bite my lip.

“Don’t be. It’s so nice to see him happy, settling down, making concrete choices for his future.”

I start to reply, but my phone vibrates next to me.

Preston

Don’t bite your lip out here, not after the rules we set this morning.

Grace

What rules?

Preston

Exactly.

Grace

How long are we staying out here?

Preston

Why? Are you ready to get me alone?

Grace

Maybe.

The next thing I know, all the guys are standing.

Oh, god, did he dismiss them so we can …

“Great. Yeah, okay, we will⁠—”

“Who’s ready for beach volleyball?” Bash shouts, and Camry jumps up.

“Dibs on Grace!”

Preston’s gaze turns dark.

“Oh, Grace and I are⁠—”

“On our team!” Bash yells, and suddenly names are being shouted and teams are being made, all while Preston just stares at me.

He takes a deep breath and then shakes his head.

He had plans, and his coworker just cockblocked the shit out of him.

My head falls back on a laugh, and when I look up, Preston is reaching for me. I step into him, his hand smoothing down my backside. He leans in close. “What are the rules about PDA on this trip?”

My heart skips.

“I’m pro PDA,” I say and bite my lip again.

He smirks. “Good.”