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“Come on,” I say, knowing this has the potential to get quickly out of hand.
All is well until Evie reaches down and lifts off her cover-up. Groaning, I reach for her, and the string of her white bikini, ready to pull it promptly off, when Evie runs away.
Before I can catch her, she’s grabbed a blue foam mat and is laughing as she dashes up the wooden stairs to the top of the hill.
Damn, the woman is fast.
Out of breath, she waits for me at the top.
“You’re lucky,” I tell her, getting into the lane next to her. “If I’d been able to reach another few inches—”
“We wouldn’t be up here. And probably wouldn’t take advantage of the fact that we’re in an empty freakin’ water park. This is nuts!”
As we sit on our mats and look out, the entire mountain to our side, Evie breathes in deeply, taking it all in.
“So pretty.”
It is a great view.
“When Steve bought this a few years ago, he had a pre-opening party. I remember thinking it was one of the coolest things, to be in a place usually packed with people. And probably one of the best views around Bridgewater.”
“Sounds like fun.”
“Not as fun as tonight will be,” I promise.
She visibly swallows. Good. Let her anticipate tonight as much as I’ve been. Because . . . I have plans.
“You ready?” I ask.
She looks down to the bottom of the mountain. “Are we racing?”
“Hell yeah.” And with that, I push off, leaving Evie screaming something that sounds like, “unfair.”
Not surprisingly, I reach the bottom of the slide first.
Out of ten races, though, I only win four. When I claim it’s due to our sizes, that she must be going down quicker because she’s smaller, Evie vehemently disagrees.
By the time we arrive back at our bags, soaking wet and laughing, I’m pretty sure Evie can see the straight-up boner in my swim trunks. Time for a change of pace.
“Lager or pale ale?” I ask, opening the small cooler I brought and pulling out cans of Enzo’s beer. Steve was adamant about no glass bottles.
“Ale, please.”
Opening it up and handing the can to her, I nod toward the lazy river.
“Wait, don’t we need two rafts?”
I hold Evie’s beer as she enters the water and sits inside the circular float, her head on one side, legs dangling from another.
“Nope.”
Handing back her beer, I grab Evie’s float and walk alongside her as we make our way through the lazy river.
“So you’re like my personal river guide?”
Peering over the edge of the inner tube, my eyes drift to her inner breasts, not covered by white material. And to her bare stomach.
“I’m gonna admit, Evie, I don’t think I’m going to make a very good guide.”
