Easton’s naked, so he’s the easier target. I drop to my knees in a fluid motion. I don’t just suck his cock—I inhale it. Taking him quickly to the base of my throat, I cup his balls with one hand and the other, I’m not sure who the hell I’m becoming. I thrust it in my swim shorts. My thumb easily finds my clit. It’sstill enlarged from the round with Dante. Calvin hoists my hips up, pulling my shorts down with a quick tug. I hold on to Easton. Calvin’s hand replaces mine, his cock nestled between my butt cheeks. He grips my left hip and, with his other hand, his fingers rub my clit. He thrusts into me. I moan around Easton. Calvin thrusts into me from behind, but I keep my focus on Easton, who’s now holding my head still as I suck him off.
The waves crash against my ankles. Calvin’s trembling thighs and the way Easton grips my hair send me higher.
“Haley,” Calvin groans, and I explode around him. My head jerks back, and it sets off Easton’s release. His toes grip the sand, and he loosens his grip in my hair. I swallow the last bit of him. Easton’s blue eyes twinkle in the low light.
“Love you,” I say up to Easton. Calvin’s grip of my hips loosens, and he slides out. I flick my head to Calvin. “Love you too.”
“Love you,” the two of them reply back. Easton helps me to my feet and cradles me in his arms, back into the water to clean up, again.
Chapter 22
Signal Flags
Zane
“Move.” Sam’s got his captain’s tone out.
“No. Let them be.” Dante sits on a stump next to the zigzag path to the beach. He’s just come back from a short trip to wash dishes. Though I notice he didn’t bring the dishes back with him.
“What happened to us being all in this together?” Sam’s gruff.
“We are. But right now, we’re not. Let them be.” Dante drops his leg, letting Sam make the decision for himself.
It’s not something he makes quickly either. Sam turns and looks back at me. I shrug because Dante’s right. He’s got this weird empathic sense about him. Like he’s a witch or something. Touch wood. And that makes me smirk. Because Dante is frequently touching wood.
“What are you laughing about?” Sam pushes on my shoulder.
“No reason.” I’m back to looking at the code in the planner. It’s not a simple cipher, where numbers equal letters. I’ve got aknackered notebook. One I used on my last boat. I’ve got a dozen pages left, but I’m using them sparingly.
“You’re still at it.” Sam pushes at the planner.
I’ve got the clue box on the counter. I haven’t taken most of the evidence out of the box. Just the planner with its infuriating code. The two halves of the torn paper are in there. The rings are gone. Easton took them a while back. The sticker and the washers from the door are in the box too.
Sam picks up one of the photos. His fingers go over the photo. He holds it up to the light and then back to me. I let him be, going back to the code.
I’m still at it an hour later when Easton comes back.
“Where’s Haley and Green?” Dante asks.
“They’re finishing up the dishes.” Easton flops next to me. “You’re still at it? Honestly, maybe my dad was just scribbling numbers?”
My stomach twists. Because there’s no way. “There’s a pattern to it. I just can’t figure it out.”
“It’s something to do with one of the two companies being sold. Although, the last I knew, Rockwell-Harding had an evaluation of more than six billion. And Rockwell Tire was worth only two and a half billion.” Easton holds the two cards together.
“Only,” Sam says.
“Money is a figment,” Easton retorts. “It’s something my mom used to say. After a point, it doesn’t bring any more happiness. I think that was her point.” Easton places the cards back in the box, the one from the tuxedo readingR. T. To H 3.1Band the other side from the agenda readingR H 5.2b.
I stare at the cards. I’ve tried using them as a key, but Easton’s right. These aren’t in Rocky’s code—they’re evaluations. But was Rocky trying to sell his shares to Harding or his family company to Harding or both companies to someoneelse? And why didn’t he talk to Easton about it? And why rip the card in half?
It makes sense to sell the company. Neither of his children want it. He was marrying Candy. I shudder. Why anyone would ever want to marry her is crazy. She wasn’t going to have any children. Another shudder runs through me at the thought of someone that selfish having children. She would have been a horrible mother.
Now, Haley? She’d be a fantastic mother. My brain takes off on its own. Thinking about Haley getting pregnant makes me long to see her being a mom. But not here. Not now. This is no place to raise a child.
Easton picks up the photo of the girl on the cot. “There’s just something about her.”
“What do you mean?”
