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“Monster trucks, flanked by flaming barrels.”
He nods. “Sometimes, even if you practice, the whole thing goes wrong. But even then, the pain’s worth it because, at least for a little while, you got to fly.”
“Flying sounds nice, for a change.”
“You did say you were gonna mix things up.”
“I guess I’ve had both feet on the ground for too long. I could use a little time in the clouds.”
“Then… how about we just hit the beach for a while?”
“I’d have to grab my suit first.”
“Please say you’re gonna wear that black bikini.”
I nod.
He grins. “Today just keeps getting better.”
I slide off the counter. “Want to meet me at my bungalow in fifteen?”
“I’ll be there.”
I feel his eyes on me as I cross the small galley kitchen. I pause by the couch to pick up the computer bag I came for.
I had that intuition that this little early-morning trip to his bungalow would be trouble, but I didn’t know how much.
It was much worse than I feared.
I am suddenly—recklessly—tumbling head over heels into territory I have never entered before.
Chapter 19
Hazel
I am not sure how long I napped for.
I don’t know what time it is or where I am.
Waves crash to the shore, and warm sunlight covers my entire body like the softest blanket in existence. When I feel the weight of a strong arm on my torso, I remember.
I’m in Hawaii.
I gently roll to my side and open my eyes. I’m slightly nervous that it’s just a dream and it will all disappear when I open my eyes.
But it doesn’t.
The colorful beach blanket is dusted in white sand along one edge. Jack is lying on his stomach, and his arm is draped over me.
I remember now that we’ve been sharing this beach blanket all afternoon. It comes back to me, piece by piece.
After that day in his kitchen—that beautiful morning when we decided to really cross the line—we’ve spent many of our hours here, on the beach in front of the resort.
“Hey there, Sport,” he says, lazily and groggily, as though he’s been napping, too.
His eyelashes are blond, like his hair. They come together when he blinks. When we lie here, so close like this, I can enjoy all the details of his eyes: the blue and gray flecks mixed in with the green.
I reach out to touch the tip of his nose. It’s a habit I have these days. I think I like to make sure he’s real.
