“Hopefully I get a room.”

“You probably won’t. Might as well just stay here.”

Sunny poked his head up from behind the fortress, his hair adorably disheveled and his eyes as low and brooding as they had been last night. “Why wouldn’t I get a room?”

“You’re not the only person needing one, and you have a place to stay…so…let someone else have a room.”

He watched me, perplexed. “You’re inviting me to stay the entire trip?”

“Yes. I doubt you’ll get a room as nice as this.” I lay on my side and watched his expression turn from sleepy to wary to thoughtful.

“You don’t even know how long I’m staying.”

“When do you fly out?”

“The wedding is on Saturday, and I leave on Sunday.”

I shrugged. “It’s a couple more days. You’re not in the worst situation. The invitation is there. I’m more concerned about some poor family or an actual couple who has no place to go.”

“That’s considerate.”

“You’re welcome.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Thanks, Bane. You’re all right.”

I shoved the pillow between us into his face. “I thought I was pumpkin and edible.”

He laughed into the pillow, pushing it away in a quick game of back-and-forth until he pulled it away. There was a breach in the fortress, and no barrier between our top halves. Not that the bed was small by any means, but a gaping reminder that, holy crap, a man was in my bed.

“I don’t think I said that,” he replied.

“You definitely did, almost drunk Sunny.”

His eyes closed. “What time is it?”

“Time for you to get a watch.”

“Funny.”

“Why should I move to answer your question? Where’s your phone?”

He fumbled around, slapping his butt, then his side, slipping his phone out of his pocket. The screen illuminated his face. “It’s past nine. We’re supposed to meet up at eleven to go hiking.”

“In your post-drunk state? Don’t they know you’re an old man?”

“Screw me.”

“Am I still expected to go?”

He pried open one eye. “You don’t want to?”

“You sound disappointed.”

“My friends like you.”

I pushed myself onto my elbow and tapped his nose. “That’s because I’m freaking lovable.”

“Right. It’s just me…”

“You’re the only person on this entire island who doesn’t like me, so you do the math. I know you’re good at it.”

“Smart-ass.”

I sat up and stretched, acutely aware of Sunny watching me. And for some unknown reason—because, one, I wasn’t trying to show off, and two, this wasn’t on instinct—I raised my arms above my head and arched my back.

Sunny grumbled something inaudible.

“What?”

“Nothing,” he muttered, rolling away and heading to the bathroom. “I…need to shower.”

“I’ll heat up leftovers.”

“I thought those were for me,” he said as he passed through the opened bathroom door.

“You snooze, you lose.”

While Sunny took a speedy shower, I had leftovers heated and was plating up.

“That was fast,” I told him when he emerged from the bedroom.

“Didn’t want you to eat all the food.”

He grabbed a plate and helped himself. “Where’s everyone?”

“They must’ve all left this morning. It’s Thursday…so at least two of them have work.”

Kimo was likely to have left with Diya, which meant Kimo had dragged his brother out, too.

“This does taste better heated up,” he confessed, which had me wondering how drunk he’d been to remember our conversation last night. And if he remembered everything. What he’d said, the way he’d looked at me, like he wanted to try some of this edible pumpkin.

My skin tingled. It was just the thought, not the man. No one had paid any special attention to me in a while. No one had spent this much time in close quarters, alone, in a while. And maybe I was reading too much. That book Diya lent me was a rom-com, and rom-coms had some great sexual tension and provocative imagery.

Alas, Sunny was not it. He couldn’t be, and if he somehow was, he could never know.

He constantly checked his phone and I asked, “Trying not to work, huh?”

“Yeah, but not just that.”