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“Fuck.”
I take a step forward, bringing my flashlight up, my finger sweeping toward the button, and then stop.
Because the woman takes another step forward, and her silken red hair comes into view, waves of it falling past her shoulders. The moon casts light over her features, the slightly upturned nose, the pouty, rosebud mouth that’s spreading into a slow, joyous smile.
Marci brushes her hands over her arms, shaking, and I can’t fucking move.
Not a muscle.
Not a thought.
She’s stunning.
Mind-numbingly perfect. The dips and curves, from her hips to the plane of her pale stomach to the full breasts that bounce as she rubs her hands together and claps them.
Wake up, asshole!
Marci knows the quarry. She knows it’s dangerous, so why the hell is she up there, naked, taking the risk? Is she out of her fucking mind?
I click on the flashlight and point it at her.
“Freeze!”
I make sure the beam is pointing below her eye line, so she’s not blinded by it, but the look on her face is fucking priceless.
Bewildered and then angry, her eyes widening as she realizes the gravity of the situation. Instead of shielding her breasts from view, she takes another step forward.
“I said freeze,” I yell at her. “That’s an order.”
“Oh, Taylor,” she says. “You mistake me for giving a shit.”
And then she whoops and dives off the lookout.
I try to track her in the water with my flashlight, my mind imagining the worst possible outcome. Water splashes, and I find her a second later, bobbing in the quarry and treading water. She sweeps her hair back from her forehead, her eyes sparkling emerald, and glares at me.
“Why is it,” she asks. “that you always show up to ruin my fun?”
“It’s adorable that you think I’m going out of my way to find you doing dumb shit,” I say. “Do less, and you’ll see me less, Angel.”
She narrows her eyes at me, and I fucking love it. I love how angry that nickname makes her. It’s made her stamp her feet, try to stomp on my toes, ball her fists, and lash out verbally at me. She despises it, and I’m the man-child who loves watching her lose control for me. Even if it’s through anger.
“You’re trespassing on private property,” I say, mostly to piss her off.
Marci’s always at Taylor family events. She’s friends with my sister, Han, and with June, too. My grandmother loves her.
“You’re harshing my vibe,” she says.
“One of these things is illegal. The other is not.”
“Get real, Taylor, I’m here for the same reason as you. So why don’t you cut the crap and leave me the hell alone?”
“Can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
Because I like watching your cheeks go pink when I’m around.
“Because if I do, you’re going to go back up there and dive back down again.”
