“Shouldn’t you go to Reid?” I asked as Sterling accompanied me up the stairs toward our bedroom.

“I’m going to change clothes too.”

I looked down. Though he’d put on a t-shirt and slipped his feet in canvas loafers, he was still wearing his bathing trunks. I shook my head. “I guess it goes to show my mind isn’t here. I almost forgot we were on the yacht enjoying the sun a few hours ago.”

His lips brushed my hair. “It’s understandable. ...