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He pushed his knee in between her legs and came down on top of her. Without hesitation, she reached for him, running her fingers up his chest and wrapping her arms around his neck. Their lips met in a frenzy of need and want. He shut down every warning his body and mind were sending to have him walk away before it was too late.
It was already too late. He was falling, and he never wanted to be caught.
Chapter 16
At Milo’s request, Harper picked up Isla and Olivia on her way to the beach. Neither of them had any idea what Milo was up to, and she was curious to finally find out. She paid the parking fee and pulled into the parking lot. She immediately spotted Milo’s car and drove to the open space beside him.
“Is that my grandma?” Isla asked. “She can’t walk on the beach, and her wheelchair can’t go through the sand.”
Liv glanced over at Milo’s car, her brown hair falling over her face and hiding her expression. “What is he up to now?”
“Good question.” Harper put the Jeep in park and hopped out.
Clouds had given way to partly sunny skies and there was a nice ocean breeze, keeping the temperature at a comfortable eighty degrees. It was the perfect beach day. She followed the girls and gave Mrs. Garrick a hug before settling her attention on Milo.
“What’s this about?” she asked.
“We’re going to the beach!” he exclaimed.
Isla sighed. “Unless you’re carrying grandma, that’s not possible. We’ve tried.”
“That’s because you didn’t have this.” He opened his trunk and pulled out what could only be called a contraption. A beach chair sat folded up in a PVC pipe frame that donned massively wide tires.
Harper took in the creation. “What is that?”
Milo unfolded the chair and placed the contraption on the ground. “This?” He closed his eyes and shrugged. “Mrs. Garrick’s chariot to see the ocean.”
Isla gasped, placing a hand over her mouth. “Does it work? Have you tested it?”
Milo met her gaze. “It works, Iz.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” She helped Milo transfer Mrs. Garrick to Milo’s beach wheelchair and Milo stepped out of the way, letting Isla take the reins.
He threw his arm out and pointed toward the ocean, legs bending slightly as he overexaggerated his movements. “Who’s ready to hit the beach?”
“Me.” Mrs. Garrick’s voice was loud and clear, excitement clinging to the single word.
If Milo would have told her this is what he had planned for Friday, she would have canceled her date in a heartbeat. Now guilt weighed heavy on her shoulders. She had been such a bitch about the whole thing. If he didn’t have to turn everything into a surprise… Then again, the look on Mrs. Garrick’s face and on Isla’s, she understood why.
Isla took off with Mrs. Garrick, and Liv kept pace beside them. Harper reached out, taking Milo’s hand in hers, and stopped him from following.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked.
“And ruin the surprise?” His brown eyes twinkled with delight, and a satisfied grin crossed his face. “Never.”
“I’m sorry I was—”
“Don’t worry about it.” He went to walk away, and she tugged on his arm.
“No. I was out of line and I’m sorry. Now accept my apology before I push you in the ocean.”
His lip quirked. “I’d like to see you try.” She reached for him, and he jumped back. “You have to be quicker than that.”
She held his gaze, ignoring the memories of their night together, and focused on her target.
“I like the intensity,” he said. “But you’re going to need more than intensity to catch me.”
“Has anyone ever told you you’re cocky?”
