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Air backed up in her lungs and she suddenly found it hard to breathe.

“Maura, are you okay?”

Maura shook her head. “I’m not in love.”

Understanding moved over Dee’s features. She said nothing as she took a sip from her water bottle.

“Okay, I love Zeke, I probably always will. But that isn’t that important.”

“Really? Maura Dillon, who are you kidding? You are head over heels in love with Zeke, and I’m guessing you’re falling for that other big Irishman.”

She wanted to deny it, but she was really afraid it was true. Dee looked behind her, and Maura turned to find out what had caught her eye. All three men were walking toward them. Micah usually garnered the most attention, but all Maura could see were Zeke and Rory. They were both tall, strong, and undeniably sexy. And she was in love with one and desperately falling in love with the second.

Shit, she was in a lot of trouble.

eighteen

Maura sniffed at the air and smiled. “God I love the smell of plumeria. It's fantastic.”

Zeke couldn’t help but smile as they walked along the path next to the Hilton. “Yeah, there is something here you can't get anywhere else, especially on the mainland. It’s like being in another country in a way, they’re so unique.”

She looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Don’t let the locals hear you say that.”

“Hey, I thought they liked to be known as one of the most original states.”

“They do, but I don’t blame them for having a little chip on their shoulder about being considered the US. You hear people say when I get back to the states…it is kind of annoying.”

“That’s the truth.”

“So, Rory, what meals do you plan to make for me.”

That was Maura. While her figure was trim, it wasn’t due to her lack of eating. She’d been graced with a high metabolism. And now that she knew Rory liked to cook, she would badger him until he made her several meals.

“I don’t know. I thought we would be eating out more often.”

She lifted her head and grinned at Rory. “That was before I found out you could cook. Tell me, how are you at Italian?”

Zeke groaned. “Oh, god, she is going to have you making pasta every night. I can’t handle the carbs.”

“Suck it up, Zeke,” Maura said. “So, what can you make me?”

“Are you more of a Northern or a Southern Italian lover?” Rory asked.

Maura let go of him to clap. “Anything, all, I want it all.”

“I’ll make a lasagna this week.”

“With béchamel sauce?”

“Of course,” Rory said.

“I will be your slave for life.”

Rory gave him a look then leaned closer to her. “I’ll make sure to remind you of that next time I have you naked.”

Her face turned red, then she looked around them.

“What?” Rory asked. “You’re not embarrassed, are you?”