He leaned in a little closer. Dropped his voice. “That will be our first rule: We don’t tell Bridget.” “Do we need rules?” His gaze moved to my mouth, and need thrummed between my thighs. “I think we might.” I swallowed. “Okay, fine. We don’t tell Bridget. What happens on the island . . .” “Stays on the island.” He nodded. “Rule two: We won’t sleep together again.” “That goes without saying.” “And three’s obvious.” “Is it?” “It is.” Felix’s dimple winked. “Rule three: You’re not allowed to fall in love with me.”
