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JANNA

Ihad a bikini in my suitcase, but I didn’t feel like it was appropriate to wear it. For now, the shorts and tank top were fine. I was taking my cues from Cheryl. She said it was cool if we got a little sun.

I didn’t want the guys to think we were purposely trying to flaunt our bodies but damn the sun felt good on my skin. It was hot. A little uncomfortable but I soaked it up. Alaska got warm, but not like this.

The heat rippled off the runway like a blast from an oven. I had to fight the urge to drift off. It felt so good. So relaxing. We had cold drinks that helped us from getting too overheated.

The area was quiet. I could hear the low hum of voices all around us. Guys were working on planes. A few were shooting baskets at the other end of the tarmac. I was pretty sure I could hear someone playing a guitar, but it might have been a radio. I couldn’t tell. I didn’t care. It was all very soothing.

I glanced over at Laser. Her eyes were closed, and she was the picture of relaxation. Her stomach was bared as well. It was all about maximizing sun exposure. I wanted this moment forever: sunny, slightly languid, and free. I loved the freedom.

“Don’t look now, but we have an audience,” Cheryl said with a soft smile.

“Yeah?” I asked.

“Oh yeah.”

I casually glanced over and there was Dalton. Leaning against the doorframe, arms folded, scanning the area. He was pretending it wasn’t a big deal. Like he didn’t know I was stretched out, barefoot with more skin exposed than covered. But he was absolutely watching us—me.

It wasn’t subtle. He had on his usual aviators, but I could feel his eyes on me. I adjusted my sunglasses and let my gaze drift back to him deliberately. The heat between us was palpable even across the distance of the tarmac. I could practically feel those callused hands skimming along my exposed skin, remembering exactly how they’d gripped my hips yesterday, how his fingers had worked me until I was gasping his name.

My pulse quickened as I held his stare. Even with the aviators hiding his eyes, I knew he was drinking in every inch of exposed skin. The way his jaw tightened, the slight shift in his stance, he was remembering too. Remembering how I’d felt wrapped around him, how I’d arched beneath his touch.

I slowly reached for my water bottle, letting the movement pull my tank top higher, exposing more of my stomach. His hands stilled on his arms, and I saw his chest rise with a deeper breath. Good. If he wanted distance, he could choke on it.

The sun was nothing compared to the heat building low in my belly as I imagined those hands on me again. How he’d traced the line of my ribs with his tongue, how he’d whispered dirty promises against my ear while he drove into me. My skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with desire.

I let my tongue dart out to wet my lips. His posture went rigid. Even from here, I could see the muscle in his jaw tick. He knew exactly what I was thinking about. Knew I was remembering the weight of him draped over my body.

And damn, I was wet.

I watched him very casually adjust his pants. He was hard. I couldn’t see it from where I sat, but I could tell. His jaw was clenched and there was a predatory stance about him. I absently wondered what he would do if I was wearing a bikini.

Eat your heart out, Dalton, I silently challenged. I decided to tease him just a bit more and tucked the hem of my tank top into the bottom of my bra.

Laser cracked an eye open. “You see someone you like?” she casually asked.

I smirked. “Nope.”

She turned her head, lifted her sunglasses, and made a point of looking at Dalton. “Yeah, he sees something he likes.”

I laughed. “Maybe.”

“He looks pissed.”

I knew it wasn’t his pissed look, but I couldn’t tell her that. “We’re just sitting here,” I said. “He can be pissed.”

“Guys are weird.” Laser yawned.

“That’s for sure.”

She was quiet for a few seconds. “So, are we pretending there’s nothing going on between you and Dalton?”

I almost choked. “What?”

“Your secret is safe with me,” she said. “And it’s not like I have any room to talk.”