Summer Ford was taken aback and looked at him incredulously, "Stay overnight here?"
"Does it matter?" Ethan Laurent raised an eyebrow, pushed his chair away, stood up, tidied his wrinkled clothes, and turned to head for the cabin.
Summer paused for only a moment before following him in a few quick steps.
He was right, as long as she was with him, it didn't matter where they spent the night.
Summer's remark was full of sarcasm, mocking Ethan for never caring about the occasion or location when he wanted to do something!
Ahead, Ethan continued to walk casually, his steps relaxed, exuding a laziness from his very bones that was incredibly sexy.
Summer had drunk several glasses of alcohol tonight, not quite drunk but feeling a bit woozy, and she was wearing high heels.
When she reached the last few steps of the stairs, the boat shook slightly, causing her to lose her balance and fall uncontrollably to the side—
