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Jake handed me a towel, and we both dried off. I dressed and brushed out my hair, letting it dry naturally: I threw it up in a messy bun. I walked into the main sitting area and joined Drew on the couch.

“How are you feeling, Angel?” Drew asked.

“Much better now that I had a shower and am on solid ground.” 1 replied, sliding closer to him so he would cuddle with me. Patrick brought me a bottle of water and a bag of trail mix while Drew flipped through the TV stations, stopping at a baseball game. I wrinkled my nose at the TV, but when i spotted the chocolate candy mixed in with the nuts and dried fruit, I forgot about the game on TV and hegan picking out the candy.

Drew laughed as he watched me hunt for the candy, ignoring the rest of the snack, murmuring to myself happily.

“Angle. what are you doing? 1 looked up at Drew, confused for a moment.

“Oh, sorry, I zoned out for a second. I’m picking out all the chocolate first. Chocolate makes me happy, and it fixes everything.” I grinned at went back to my search for the candy.

“Make a note, guys, chocolate makes our girl happy.” Mike joked; I glanced his way and popped a candy into my mouth.

“Yep, I will forgive you for almost anything if you bring me chocolate.”

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“Baby girl, you are too cute for words right now.” Josh said, joining us on the couch. He reached over and snagged the bag of trail mix out of my hand.

“Hey, that’s just mean, Josh, it’s my chocolate” I tried to climb over him to get my treat back, but he put it out of reach and sat me back where I was. I took a breath, ready to complain some more when Josh stopped me with that damn sexy eyebrow lift that he did. I shut my mouth and waited impatiently to see what he would do.

“Good girl.” Jash said, making me squirm at his knowing smirk. He then picked up the bowl I hadn’t seen him bring over and poured my bag of trail mix into it, then added a second bag before handing it back to me.

“Mm, more chocolate; thank you, Josh, you’re my favorite for the rest of the day.” Josh beamed as the other guys loudly complained about him being the favorite. I tried to ignore them, humming to myself about chocolate.

Drew wrapped his arm around me, the baseball game forgotten.

“Angel, that’s unfair; why is Josh the favorite?”

“Well, you’re all my favorite, but when one of you does something really sweet, they are my favorite until someone else does something sweet.” 1 explained.” Patrick was my favorite because he took me on my first flight, Drew for bringing me stomach medicine and water, Mike for letting me cuddle with him, even with the risk of me getting sick, Jake for helping me wash my hair, and now Josh for bringing me more chocolate. With all the guys grinning now, I went back to my hunt for chocolate, and the guy’s attention went back to their game.

Once full of chocolate, I got up and wandered over to a bookcase I had spotted earlier. Looking through the selection, I found a book I had not read yet and brought the thriller back to the couch with me. Snagging a throw pillow, I laid it against Drew’s hip, curling up and leaning against it; I got sucked into the book. Drew rested his arm on my hip, and Josh pulled my feet out from under me when they began to fall asleep and, placing them in his lap. began rubbing feeling back into them.

I spent the entire game i

lost in my book but set it aside when it ended. Do we have enough time to explore a little before dinner?” I asked.

The guys all agreed it would be a good idea, and while Patrick sent a message to Liago and Sean, I hurried into my bedroom and changed into the sundress, took my hair out of the messy bun, and ran a brush through it. Cardigan in hand, I was back in the sitting room just as Patrick let Liam into the room.

“I love how fast you get a ready baby girl.” Josh said, hugging me. “You always look beautiful, and you’re not high maintenance.

Shrugging my shoulders, I told him I never had a chance to take a long time getting ready. There was only one bathroom at my father’s house, so long showers and hours spent on makeup were never an option for me. Plus, I had never been interested in makeup much; learning enough to cover up bruises when my dad got violent was as far as my interest went. Josh kissed the top of my head, steering me toward the door after the rest of the guys.

We managed to all squeeze into the elevator. It was a tight fit, but I was small and wedged between Mike and Patrick, resting against Mike’s chest. The elevator let us out at the lobby, and the guys followed Mike and me into the late afternoon sun. The following two hours were spent exploring the Historic Port. Liam patiently followed us, waiting outside while I ducked into stores that piqued my interest. We spent the longest time walking along the pier, watching boats come and go and watching the seals that t seemed to appear when fishing boats docked magically. I loved how relaxed and

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comfortable we were as a group. I was even getting used to having our silent security guard along, and if he found it strange that I was holding hands or kissing each of the guys at one point or another, he didn’t say anything.

We were returning to the hotel when I spotted a small shop that was part bookstore, part coffee shop, with homemade candy on display. When I paused to look, without saying a word, Jake opened the door for me, and I excitedly went inside to explore.

I decided to wander through the bookstore portion first, finding several books I had wanted to read. I restrained myself by only picking out four books that I wanted the most. Setting them on the counter for the cashier, I asked her about the homemade candy on display, and she led me over to the counter, answering questions about the different types and which ones seemed to be favorites. I may or may not have gone wild at the candy counter, just about clearing out the entire case. But in my defense, this had to last for two weeks, and with five guys who all had large appetites, I wanted to make sure I had enough to last. The cashier happily rang up my candy purchase, and I told her not to show me the total and just handed over my card. It felt so nice to buy something I wanted without having to worry about how much it was or what I was going to have to do without it.

I turned, ready to go, and spotted the guys waiting, each holding a bag. When I looked questionly at them, I hadn’t seen any of them picking out books while I was wandering around. Patrick said they had picked up a few things themselves while 1 was getting my chocolate fix. Accepting his answer, we left the store heading back to the hotel. When we returned to the lobby, we had almost twenty minutes before our dinner reservation, Jake offered to g to our room with Liam and drop everything off, and the rest of us would see if they could seat us a little early.

Holding Mike’s hand, we followed the other guys into the restaurant. Patrick stepped forward, speaking quietly with the young girl at the podium. After a few minutes of typing on the computer, she smiled shyly at Patrick, calling over a server and handing him a pile of menus. We followed him into the dining area to a large table set up in a private dining room. Patrick thanked the waiter, slipping him some money as he left, promising to return for ou drink order in a few minutes.

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