We stayed like that, a giant heap of two twisted bodies on top of the empty desk for a minute. The new security office was deserted at the time, but Broadrick didn't say how long it would stay that way. Dalton might walk in at any moment. As much as I thought I might enjoy a little exhibitionism, I definitely never had Dalton in one of my fantasies.

Broadrick moved his hand higher to check his watch. "Shit."

"I know," I said, pushing up on him to move and make room for me to stand. When I let Broadrick peer pressure me into this vacation, I didn't want to stay long, but now I kind of didn't want to leave.

Not that I'd admit it to him.

We didn't have time for another beach day, and I'd miss the next Stitch and Bitch fest on Sunday night. We'd have to head back to our side of the resort building and gather up our stuff before the long boat ride off the island back to our plane.

I wasn't ready to move to Florida and live with the rich people, but they weren't all horrible. The island actually had some cool places that I might miss once we made it back to Pelican Bay. Being on the island also showed me that Broadrick really liked it here. He wanted the promotion that came with opening this branch of the security office. And I had no doubt he'd be great at it.

When it came to it, would he pick me and Pelican Bay or Florida? Could I ask him to give up this dream to stay in Pelican Bay?

"What are you thinking about so hard?" he asked me as we walked out of the building, hand in hand. He closed the door to what would be his office and led me down the gray hallway into the gray reception area, past the gray chairs and out into the bright, yellow sun-filled day.

I shook my head. "Nothing."

Things were still muddled in my brain. I needed to get my thoughts together before I started the conversation about our future.

The new security offices were in the same building as the resort and spa, but we still had to walk outside and around the building to access the area. I guess they didn't want the lowly island staff mingling too much with rich visitors.

Broadrick unlocked our room, and I tossed my body back on the bed. "It really is the nicest hotel bed I've ever slept on."

Way better than anything at the bed-and-breakfast in Pelican Bay-just never tell Katy I said that. Rich people understood living the high life when it came to luxuries.

"What are you doing?" I asked as Broadrick came out of the bathroom folding my swimsuit. He had the bikini strings wrapped around the pieces, making it look gift wrapped.

He paused and stared at me. "What? This? Folding your swimsuit."

"Broadrick, it's a bikini. You just wad it up and toss it in my bag."

No one folded a bikini like they were giving it as a hand-wrapped Christmas gift.

He laughed and laid the bundle on top of his open suitcase. "Babe, that suit is way too hot to treat so disrespectfully. This is why I'm in charge of packing."

No, he was in charge because he stood behind me and nitpicked every time I threw something in my suitcase. We were only here for two days. That wasn't even enough time for things to get wrinkles, let alone worry about them.

"Did you grab all the little soaps from the bathroom?" I asked and pulled out my phone to do more work on the island residents.

He wandered back into the bathroom. "Do we really need all the bottles?"

"Yes." What was the point of coming on vacation if you weren't stealing the supplies? "Even the open ones. They'll make it through security."

I wasn't a hundred percent positive on that part, but the soap smelled divine. It was worth the risk.

"The internet here is superb," I said, typing in my current suspect-err surveillance victim-er, whatever. I didn't expect to have full bars while on an island almost an hour out at sea. A few places in Pelican Bay we barely got a single bar. How did they manage?

Broadrick dropped four tiny bottles and a bar of unused hand soap in my bag. "Yeah, I believe a billionaire had cable run. Or they're using a satellite now. I don't remember the entire story."

"How much did that cost?" And which one cost more? Running an underwater internet line or putting a satellite in space?

Broadrick nodded. "Lots."

My phone buzzed, and I flipped over from typing my information into the web browser to my messages.

KATY: NB is ready for a day on the boat.

With the message, she sent a photo of NB wearing a pair of bright yellow swim trunks and matching sunglasses on top of his head.

I shook my head at the photo but saved it to my phone.

"We have to get home. Katy is torturing the dog." I flipped the phone outward to let him see the photo.

Broadrick laughed. "Sometimes I think NB enjoys the outfits."

He enjoyed the attention. And I was pretty sure she bribed him with tons of treats to get him to wear whatever item she chose for him.

I flipped back to the web browser and scanned the results of my latest search. Matching ages, names, houses, jobs. Nothing suspicious at all. Did that make it suspicious?

"Damn, another honest one," I said, mostly under my breath.

Broadrick paused his folding to stare at me with one raised brow. "Are you still stalking people?"

"It's called research and yes. Someone has to confirm these stories." We'd already gone over the importance of determining if the island was home to a bunch of serial killers.

"And finding another person telling the truth is bad?" he asked, zipping up my bag and turning to repacking his.

I nodded, readjusted on the pillow and then shook my head. "It's not bad. Just... weird."

"It's weird that people are honest?" he asked without raising his head.

"Yes." I over emphasized the word until he looked up to see my widened eyes.

As far as I could tell from my research on the island, they hadn't had a single serious drama. Not even a manslaughter. The ID channel made it seem like rich people were always bumping each other off, so how did this island full of the mega wealthy not have a single murder? You're telling me not one greedy child tried to off their parent early to cash in on a big will? It didn't make sense. The whole thing was suspicious. I didn't like leaving suspicious things unsolved.

"Maybe people in Pelican Bay are bigger liars than the rest of the world," he said, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I narrowed my eyes. How rude. "That is not true at all, B. We just... well, we have long winters. Sometimes people get bored."

"And kill each other?"

I shrugged. "No one said it was a good thing." Just that it was a thing.

"Okay, we're ready to go," Broadrick said, zipping his bag after tossing in both our phone chargers. "Let me do one more sweep of the room."

I leaned over the edge of the bed as he scouted the space underneath it. "Broadrick, we weren't here long enough to lose something under the bed."

"You never find out until you look, Von." He stood up empty-handed.