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“Have you even touched the water?” I tease as Cady jumps back from a wave.
“I think it’s more that I haven’t let the water touch me. But my feet are wet.”
“The rest of you should be wet too.” I grab her hand, giving myself a momentary high five at the thought of telling Dexter I held her hand, and pull her closer to the water. “You’re not afraid, are you?”
“I’m not afraid of anything.” There’s the billionaire coming out to play.
“I didn’t think so. What’s your problem, then? Afraid to get your hair wet?”
“Never,” she scoffs, dropping my hand to rush down to the water.
“Careful,” I call as a wave breaks against her legs.
“I thought you were the fun one,” she throws over her shoulder, plunging in just as a huge wave rushes the shore.
It hits waist-high and knocks Cady right off her feet. She goes down, under the wave.
“Cady!”
To give her credit, she pops right up as I get to her, hair soaked and streaming down her face.
And laughing.
“Holy shit, did you not see that coming?” I gasp, grabbing her arm as another wave breaks against us.
“Don’t dare me to do things.” Cady pushes her hair back, still laughing. Her amber eyes sparkle.
“There was no dare,” I protest, keeping my hold on her as the waves continue. “I didn’t dare anything.”
“It felt like you did.” She shakes off my hand on her arm, but grabs my hand as she jumps up just as the wave hits.
Cady Quinn, lady billionaire, plays in the waves.
Of course, I’m right there with her.
We jump and splash, and laugh; I’m knocked over once and Cady is hit twice, the second time going down so hard by such a huge wave that it takes me a moment to drag her up.
She laughs it off again, especially when she realizes sand has collected in her bikini bottom.
“It’s not supposed to be wavy here,” I keep saying.
“I like it,” she assures me. It’s clear she does; in the short time I’ve known her, I’ve never seen Cady look so happy. Free.
And so beautiful that every time I look at her, it threatens to knock me over more than one of the waves.
We venture farther out, where the waves are bigger but without the whitecaps. Still holding hands, I keep her close, because if anything happened to Cady on my watch—
“Ouch!”
“What happened?”
“I think—” A wave grabs her unaware, leaving her coughing and sputtering. I don’t hesitate before grabbing Cady and wading to the shore.
But it’s not a romantic scooping-her-up-in-my-arms gesture; since she’s in front of me, I pick her up and her legs go around my waist so that she’s wrapped around me as I carry her out, coughing into my shoulder.
And yes, my hands are on her ass.
The waves keep coming and I almost lose her once before I manage to get us both to shore, racing a big one as I stumble onto the sand.
