already?” he teased. “You just walked in.”
“I…fish…poop.” She shook her head to clear her jumbled
thoughts. What the hell did she just
say? “I meant, I just remembered, fish
poop in the water. I don’t think fish
poop is healthy.”
“You’re kidding, right?”
She shrugged and the next thing she
knew, he swung her up in his arms. She
shrieked and threw her arms around his neck, knowing exactly what it was he
planned to do.
“No,” she said frantically, shaking
her head. “Please, Sky. I don’t want to
go in the water.”
He raised that eyebrow again,
giving her that appraisal look that was fast turning her on. Oh, who was she kidding? Everything about this new and improved Sky
was turning her on.
“What’ll you give me for not
tossing you into the lake?” he asked.
“Anything,” she said, a bit
desperately.
He didn’t answer, just abruptly
turned around and marched back to the beach. He sat her down near her folded pile of clothes. She blinked and looked at him in confusion.
“I noticed you came with Kevin,” he
told her. “I’ll drive you back this
evening.”
“Oh. Um, okay.”
He gave her a crooked little grin
and turned back to the game and that’s when she saw he still wore his jeans and
they were now wet up to the knees.
****
Alannah couldn’t help but sit
stiffly as she watched Sky walk around to the driver’s side. He had helped her into the truck cab like any
gentleman would, but the shit-eating grin on his face belied his good
intentions. She had a feeling he had
something up his sleeve.
When he started the engine, the
radio kicked on and country music blared loudly. Sky immediately hit the off button and shot
her an apologetic look.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I also sing off-key in the shower.”
Instead of relaxing her with a
joke, the words invoked an image of him naked, which didn’t do much to put her
at ease. Not when her imagination had
been trying to go there already. She was
still wondering how Sky had gone from her childhood friend to a man who made
her think of sex. Sex, sex, and more sex... And now, thanks to his attempt at humor,
shower sex.
Had she always had this simmering
cauldron of desire for him? Had she
always secretly wished he’d ask her out? Of all the times he’d bitched about his girlfriends, had she wished she
could kiss the bad choices away? God,
this was crazy . She’d just returned home yesterday and hadn’t
seen him in twelve years, so why now did her libido decide it was time to wake
up?
And why hadn’t it woken up with her
husband?
“You know, I don’t really feel like
going home,” he said. “You want to go to
East Park?”
“Don’t parks close at dusk?”
“Hey, it’s good to be sheriff,” he
mused, sending her a quick wink.
The rest of the trip had her on
edge and the anticipation kept her in a state of arousal that was
almost…painful. Sky pulled into a
parking space near a picnic table and even before he’d killed the engine
Alannah jumped out of the cab, needing a moment to calm herself down. She drew in a lung full of crisp
night air as she walked over to the table and sat on it, leaning back on her
hands to stare up at the star-filled sky.
Sky sat an unopened bottle of beer
beside her, still dripping with cold water from the cooler. Her eyebrows went up as she picked it up and
unscrewed the lid. Sky tapped her bottle
lightly with his own before taking a deep swallow.
“After closing with a beer,” she
said. “Sure hope this section isn’t
patrolled. I’d hate to call your parents
up to bail us out of jail.”
“The luxury of being boss is having
the spare,” he murmured, holding up a set of keys.
“Prepared, I see.”
“You know it. Linda says it’s one of my best traits.”
Hearing his girlfriend’s name
quieted the butterflies in her stomach. She
sat her beer down with