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that
I didn’t wind up like Ella. I refused to succumb to the water the way she had.
    I
swam until my lungs burned and my muscles trembled with fatigue. Laughing
breathlessly when I surfaced, I slicked the excess water out of my curls and,
shading my eyes against the sun that was still rising high, treaded water as I
scanned the shore.
    I
was still alone. Mostly alone, I hastily amended as I caught sight of someone
jogging with a massive dog at the far end of the sand.
    A
male someone, my brain automatically noted. A tall male someone, with muscles
that made saliva pool in my mouth.
    The
sun glinted off of hair the color of honey, and the saliva suddenly dried up.
    Shit .
It was Dylan.
    I
started towards the shore then stopped, dunking myself back into the water. My
movements caught his eye, and he squinted out at me, his steps slowing, then
stopping as he recognized me.
    Pinching
my lips together, I forced myself to move forward. I couldn’t hide from him out
here.
    “Kaylee.”
As I’d been expecting, there was no readily apparent emotion on his face as he
watched me walk hesitantly out of the lake. His stare was fastened to me as I
emerged, though, and I felt my skin begin to heat underneath his gaze.
    I
knew that most people who saw me swimming here would have expected me to wear a
sensible one piece. The trouble with that, however, was that I no longer owned
one. And as Dylan kept that inscrutable stare on me, I became incredibly aware
of the fact that I was naked except for my miniscule red bikini.
    The
silence stretched between us, and I felt that heat pool again in my belly, made
all the more uncomfortable because I had no idea what he was thinking.
    “You’re
jogging,” I finally offered. If I had been talking to anyone else, this would
have sounded like the most obvious thing in the world.
    But
I was talking to Dylan the badass, the guy who fixed up cars with his friend
Jax, who drank domestic beer and who maybe, maybe lifted weights, if he did
anything to sculpt the ridiculously cut body that he’d always had.
    “I
jog every day.” His voice gave nothing away. I watched as he combed his long
fingers through those sweat dampened spikes of hair, and felt my pulse ratchet
up a notch.
    “Isn’t
that kind of counterproductive? Jogging, but smoking?” I’d rarely seen Dylan
without a cigarette since he was fifteen... though he didn’t seem to have one
on him now.
    “Gave
it up.” He nodded at me, picked up a stick, and threw it for the massive dog
that was dancing around, eyeing the water with distaste.
    I
swallowed hard when I saw the muscles of his arms ripple with the movement. Bad
Kaylee . I needed to work harder to get over this... whatever the hell this was.
    There
was entirely too much baggage standing between us. An entire person’s worth, to
be precise.
    “You
gave it up?” I parroted. A gust of wind blew over the water, hitting my wet,
bare skin, and I shivered with the chill.
    “Didn’t
you bring a towel?” There, finally—there was some emotion. Of course, it was in
the form of a glare as he looked around the beach and found nothing but my
discarded shorts and top.
    I’d
forgotten to bring one. It wasn’t nearly the big deal he was making it sound
like with his tone.
    Before
I could even answer his question, he fisted the hem of his t-shirt in his hands
and lifted it up and over his head.
    My
mouth fell open when a torso that was harder and more defined than anything I
could ever have imagined came into view. I’d run my fingers over that skin
once, my touch tentative, but I’d never seen it bare in front of my eyes.
    The
fact that Ella likely had caused a seed of jealously buried deep inside of me
to sprout and begin to unfurl. God, I was the world’s worst person. I was
jealous of my dead sister, the sister to whom this gorgeous creature had
belonged in the first place.
    Then
Dylan handed me the slightly damp shirt, and I lost the capacity for rational
thought.
    “I
haven’t