Georgia's POV
"A kiss…"
Nick said it right to my face—brazen and shameless. For a second, I was ready to throw the bag at him again. But then I paused.
Something was changing in him.
The cold, uptight, all-business Captain I'd met just days ago was slowly fading. In his place was someone warmer, more daring… playful even.
Without a word, I leaned in and gave him a quick smack on the cheek, then pointed both hands at the tree. "There. You got your kiss. Now climb."
But the man didn't move. Instead, he planted both hands on his hips and looked at me like I'd just insulted his dignity.
"That's not a kiss," he said, dead serious. "I'm not a toddler, Georgia. I want a real one. I'm about to climb that damn tree and risk my life just to get your coconuts. What if I slip, break my neck, and die? The least you can do… is give me one proper kiss. On the lips."
And just like that, Captain Nicholas Knight turned into a full-blown drama king.
A dangerously persuasive one.
