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I pull it open, drag her in, and press her against the wall.
Her eyes skim down my chest and take in the fact all I'm wearing is a pair of board shorts.
"Hi," she says in a soft breath.
"Hi." That's all I need to start kissing her. God, she tastes sweet and soft and everything Mila. "What did you tell your dad?"
"I'm scouting out a new venue for a charity benefit."
"Excellent." I kiss her again and her fingers scrape down my back as she mews in my ear.
Henry walks in and coughs. "You two at it again?"
I laugh and stop kissing her. Her lips sputter and turn pink.
"You up for the beach today, Henry?" I ask him, looking back over my shoulder at him.
"Always up for the beach."
"Go get ready." Henry grins and walks out and I turn back to Mila. "Did you bring your suit?"
She nods. I'd told her to bring it in case Henry felt up to the trip. "Are you going in the water?"
"Yep. I'm learning to surf."
She raises her eyebrows. "You are?"
"I suck at it, but yeah, Henry's coaching me. Mostly teasing me."
She chews her lip and grins. "I can't wait to see it."
"Good."
***
I reach across the console of Henry's truck and tug off Mila's shades. She looks at me with curious eyes, but I just smile and knock her cap off her head.
"Hey."
"No sunglasses. No ball caps."
A grove deepens in her brow, but I'm not worried and clasp her hand in mine. Time's up for her. I'm done hiding in lighthouses and sneaking her up to my apartment. We're goingout to the beach together. I'm going to touch her and kiss her and I want everyone to see.
"Ditch Plains has that long, crumbly, mellow break. Reminds me of So Cal." Henry is in the backseat of his truck, looking through the front windshield at the two-foot waves on a stretch of Long Island called Ditch Plains.
"Not too big or too crowded today," I say. It's the first warm day of spring. The tourists haven't arrived yet, and the locals aren't in a hurry to get out until the water warms up. "You want to stay in the truck or sit on the sand?" When the weather's tough or his back is hurting, Henry watches the waves from the truck while I work out or try to surf.
He rolls down the back window and pokes his head out. "Ah, the smell of wooden houses and septic tanks. I'll sit on the beach."
Mila giggles and we all get out of the truck. I set Henry up with an umbrella and a beach chair. "This a good spot?"
"Good as any that aren't on a board."
"I'll ride some waves for you," I tell him. I'm a more confident swimmer now, but I still don't take chances and don't go out too deep.
"You get up and stay up, I'll believe it. Till then, I call bullshit. You're paddling for me. You're not riding."
"I'll ride some for you too," Mila says.
