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“Love me,” she said.

He took her then with a hungry groan. She felt so good. He could feel her heat through the thin protective sheath.

“Faster,” she begged, meeting each of his hard thrusts with a tilt of her hips.

“Yes, yes…Oh, God,” she cried out. Her insides pulsed as she called out his name, matching his peak thrust for thrust until they both could barely breathe and their bodies shuddered and rocked against each other. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, and when the fire went out, the heat they generated kept them warm.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

TREAT WAS ON his phone on the back deck when Max came down from the shower. A warm mug of coffee was on the counter next to a plate of waffles, complete with strawberries around the edges. Max sat beside the open window and watched the tide roll out. She loved his little bungalow, and the more time she spent there, the more comfortable she became.

She didn’t mean to eavesdrop on Treat’s conversation, but she couldn’t miss the frustration in his voice.

“I know I said I was sending an offer, but it’s off. I can’t move forward with it right now.”

She realized that the answer he’d given her about where he lived hadn’t really answered the question at all. She wondered if he had a place that he called home, or if the life he led really was one of traveling all the time. It sure seemed that way to her. She started when he pushed to his feet, sending his chair skidding across the deck.

“Cut it off. I’m done. No more acquisitions.”

Max froze, now intent on listening to every word.

“I’ve got enough goddamned money to last me two lifetimes. I don’t care. I’m done with it.” He paced. “It’s one property. Yes, I know it’s only three months, but I can’t spare three months right now.” He paused, obviously listening to whoever was on the phone. “I don’t give a damn who won’t want to do business with me after this.”

Whatever was going on had him tied in knots, and Max was certain that whatever it was, her showing up had spoiled his plans.

“Understood,” Treat continued. “I know it’s Thailand. Yes, I know what this will mean for my international business.”

Max shot a glance at him.
Thailand?
He’d been working on that deal when she first met him in Nassau, and he’d missed his flight because of her then.
Oh, no
. She couldn’t ruin his chance at something he’d worked so hard to obtain.

He ran his hand through his hair, pacing again.

“I’m changing things, starting now. No more constant traveling. No more acquisitions that consume all of my attention.”

As much as Max knew she should be flattered by what she was hearing, she was too conflicted to enjoy it. There was no forgetting the look in Treat’s eyes when he told her how his work provided the biggest thrill he’d ever experienced. She braced herself as he came inside.

“Hey, sweetness. You’re up.” He kissed her cheek, refilled his coffee cup, and sat at the table as though the tense phone conversation had never happened.

Max saw a shadow of worry behind his eyes. “Everything okay?”

“Fine, why?”

“Nothing, I just thought…Never mind.” More worries burrowed into the pit of her stomach. She
was
eavesdropping. She couldn’t come out and ask him about the conversation that now made her question the path her heart was taking her down.

He reached across the table and took her hand. “How much time do we have together? When does Chaz need you back at work?”

Don’t change your life for me. Change your life for me
. Max bit back the conflicting thoughts and tried to remember what day it was.
Wednesday
. “I have to be back by Sunday afternoon, so four days. Treat, if you have to do something for work, I totally understand. Don’t let me hold you up. I can catch an earlier flight.”

He shook his head. “I just wanted to know how much time we had together.”

Max swore there was something hidden behind his smile, and she wrestled with letting him off the hook and making up an excuse to leave early. As much as it would hurt not to be with him, she knew that couples who gave up too much for each other only ended up resenting each other. In the back of her mind, she’d always wondered if that had been the thing that changed her ex-boyfriend. Since he was studying hotel management and could likely find a job anywhere, he’d agreed to move wherever she found a job in her field of marketing. He’d been prepared to relinquish any ideals he’d been dreaming of for his career in order for Max to follow her dreams.
And then he ended up hating me for it.

By midafternoon temperatures had risen, and they took a walk along the beach.

“I’ve never been a hand holder,” Treat said, holding up their interlaced fingers.

Max smiled. “I guess we’ve got a world of firsts between us then, because I’ve never been a masseuse or ever in my entire life had anyone give me a foot massage.”

“Really? You’ve never had a foot massage? Well, sweetness, I’ll be sure to take care of that from now on.”

They came to a short jetty of rocks. The tide was beginning to come in and they walked to the end and watched as it rolled in, rising along the edge of the enormous rocks.

Treat looked out over the water with his brows drawn together. Max had been watching his face go from placid to contemplative throughout the morning, and she was dying to ask about Thailand, but she knew that if she brought it up, he’d tell her that he would change his life for her without ever looking back. She knew in her heart that he’d canceled the Thailand deal because of their relationship, and the thought of him giving up the aspects of his career that brought him such joy scared her to death. She couldn’t shake the prickly reminder that being the impetus for such a major change was not a good thing.
He’ll eventually get bored and blame me for everything he never had a chance to accomplish
.

The thought weighed heavily on Max’s mind all afternoon. They ate dinner at the Bookstore Restaurant by the harbor, and despite the cozy atmosphere and the beautiful evening, Max was too sidetracked to eat.

“Are you all right?” Treat asked.

“Just tired.” She feigned a smile.

“That would be my fault for keeping you up so late the last two nights. I’ll let you sleep tonight.”

Why did he continually have to be so generous? She reached for his hand and opened her mouth to ask him about the call, but before she could say a word, he spoke.

“Max, I thought maybe we should talk about what we want to do after this week is up.”

She swallowed hard against the dull pain in the pit of her stomach. Now was her chance to let him off the hook. She clenched her napkin in her fists beneath the table. “I’ll be swamped at work, and I’m sure you will be, too.”

“Never too swamped to spend time with you,” he said.

She’d finally let herself love him, and now she was realizing that it had been the wrong thing to do. He’d never be happy in one place with a girl like her. He needed the excitement of chasing down resorts and handling tough negotiations. He was a mover and a shaker, while she was a homebody. Maybe she could go with him? Follow his career? Chaz had already said she could telecommute. But would she resent him if she did? Would she be happy traveling all over the world?

“Max? What am I feeling here?”

Aren’t guys supposed to hate talking about their feelings? Figures that I’d get the one who is just freaking perfect.

“Nothing, just tired,” she lied.

Treat paid the bill and they drove back to the bungalow. Max was silent even though Treat kept looking at her like a sad puppy wanting to know what he’d done wrong.

They sat together under thick blankets on the back deck, watching the night sky bloom above the bay. Max wished she could freeze the evening right then and there and never have to make another decision.

“Are you ready to talk to me yet?” Treat asked.

Max’s head rested against his chest, and she desperately wanted to tell him no, she didn’t want to talk about it at all. They’d go back to their normal lives and either it would work out between them or it wouldn’t. She wanted to tell him to go through with the acquisition of the Thailand resort, not to put his life on hold for her—but she wanted to hold on to him for dear life and never let him go, equally as much. Instead, she said, “There isn’t much to talk about.”

“Did I do something today that made you sad?”

She touched his cheek. “No. You’re so good to me.”

He looked out at the water, his dark eyes stuck in a serious gaze. “Are you worried that when we’re apart something will happen? That I’ll do something?”

“Nope. Not at all.” And she wasn’t. Max had no worries about Treat being with other women. He’d had a chance for a guaranteed tryst with the beautiful blonde, and he’d turned her down flat. Women were the least of her worries. Lack of trust would have been easier to deal with than what was looming over her like a waiting storm. Being the reason he gave up what he loved versus holding on to him forever was a tug-of-war that had no winner.

He pulled her close, and she closed her eyes, allowing herself once again to play with thoughts of spending every night with him, or being there for him when he returned from work.
Work
. What did someone like him do, anyway?

“Tell me something about what you do. I know you own resorts, but what does that really mean?”

“I don’t want to bore you,” he answered. “It sounds more glamorous than it is.”

She sat up. “I’m serious. I don’t really know what you do. I would like to understand it.”

He let out a sigh and then smiled. That flicker of excitement she’d seen back at her apartment appeared in his eyes again. “Well, I don’t have a set of things that I do on any given day. I have staff that take care of the resorts, and I have managers who oversee the staff, so I spend most of my time working on what comes next.”

“What comes next?”

“New acquisitions, mergers, researching areas, distributors, running business valuations. I plan, scheme, analyze.” He leaned forward with a burst of enthusiasm. “I’ve been doing this for twelve years and I swear it never gets old. There’s always something new to think about—and then there are renovations, social events. I have to keep a pretty heavy social calendar to maintain the relationships. It’s a crazy, fantastic life. It’s been a dream, really, a very good dream.”

He looked at Max and must have read the worry in her eyes, because when he sat back, the excitement dissipated. “It’s been fun, and I’m set for life now. I don’t need to keep doing more. This is what I did before I found you, Max.” His voice turned serious. “You have to remember, I was filling my days with work and my nights with whatever I could that held no chance for permanence. I was running from my life, Max, not living it.” He put his hand on her leg and squeezed. “What I do has always been exciting and fulfilling, but now that I’m ready to really live my life, now that I do have you by my side, I want more. I want the house, you as my wife, and maybe even children one day. I want the dream that I’ve spent so many years running from.”

Max didn’t hear anything after
It’s a crazy, fantastic life. It’s been a dream, really, a very good dream
. Max knew what she had to do.

SOMETHING HAD BEEN off with Max all day. Treat had known it the moment he’d seen her sitting at the kitchen table, fidgeting with her food rather than eating, and the frown she tried so hard to hide made her look like her life was crumbling around her. She hadn’t shaken the darkness that lay behind her eyes all day. And now he could feel the tension in her body as she leaned against him. Every breath she took was short, riddled with stress.

He felt the change in her when she’d asked about his work. He’d been afraid to give her a truthful answer. He knew his enthusiasm for his work was intimidating, and yet he’d promised to always be honest, so he was. And now Max looked even more conflicted than she had before.

Treat wanted to take her in his arms and promise her the world that he knew he could give her, but something told him that she also saw his own turmoil. He had no concerns about Max, but Thailand was riding his nerves. He’d worked so hard for that acquisition, and truth be told, he would give up everything to be with Max, but one last foray into negotiations would be a sweet sendoff. It was the three months of international travel to corner the market that caused him concern. There was no way he could expect Max to pick up her life and go with him. He’d never ask her to—because if she did, she might hate him for it later. It was an unfair request.

As he sat with her now, he wrestled with the decision. He’d only just gotten her back in his life, and these last few days were not enough. He wanted a lifetime with her. He wanted everything he’d told her that he wanted, and if giving up acquisitions were what it would take, he’d do it.

“What do you want, Max?”

Max fidgeted with the edge of his sweater.

“Max? How about you? Do you want all those things?”

She shrugged, and that little movement tugged his heartstrings as hard as the day he’d seen her wearing the same outfit she’d had on the night before, when he thought she’d been with Justin.

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