Richard and Leila get up knowingly and move to loungers away from Daniel. Thank goodness.

“Would you join in?” I squeak in surprise, a sudden swift knock inside my stomach that hurts like hell. I don’t like the thought of Jake doing that with them, with anyone.

“No, it’s not my thing, Emma.” Jake narrows his eyes at me, a deep frown on his forehead as relief washes over me, and he pulls me by the hand, a small tug to break my focus on Daniel.

“You said you did it on your dad’s boat when you were younger, group … stuff,” I accuse shyly, thinking back to an old...