CHAPTER 60
“Right?” I said, as I read the sign sticking out of the sand.
“I told you,” Mike said.
“Well, not really. You told me this place was interesting, so I was expecting red pebbles or black volcanic sand, I wasn’t expecting . . .this !” I said, pointing at the sign.
“This is one of our most popular tourist attractions,” he said.
I looked around at the full parking lot. “I can see,” I said flatly.
“This is our busiest season, too—the Easter holidays, when the weather isn’t too hot—I guess so sunburn isn’t such a big . . .problem.” He said that very pointedly, and I knew why.
“Mmmhmm.” I nodded. “You know you live in a strange town, right?”
Mike cracked a small smile and my heart skipped a beat. “It does attract a rather eccentric crowd.”
“You don’t say.” I put my hands on my hips and shook my head.
“Well, it did attract you,” he said, raising his sexy, scarred eyebrow at me.
“Me? Eccentric? Whatever do you mean?” I teased.
“Mmmm,” he muttered under his breath, and then looked around the parking lot. “So?” he asked.
“So?”
“Are we doing this?”
“No!” I replied.
“Why?”
“Um . . . Well, call me a square, or whatever, but I’m not sure I feel like getting naked at eleven o’clock in the morning and walking on to a beach full of nudists.”
He smiled at me. “Would twelve o’clock suit you better?”
“Ha ha!” I quipped, happy that some of the tension between us had been lifted.
“Don’t you want to see the place?”
“I do, but I’m not sure I want to see it as much as . . .that ?” I pointed as a couple emerged from behind a rock. They were completely naked. And they were not models, let me tell you that. Not that I was expecting them to be. “Oh God,” I moaned loudly. A flaccid penis in full sunlight is not the most attractive thing in the world, especially when it’s coming out of what looks like a grey Santa beard. I tried not to stare, but it was all I could see. Bobbing up and down like that, swinging free in the sea breeze, shimmying from side to side—and I wasn’t referring to his penis, now; I was referring to the other things that were clanking about like castanets behind it.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with it,” Mike said. “Nothing wrong with being naked.”
“Says the man with the body of a god, the abs of steel and the ass so round and perky that you could probably use it as a soccer ball, not to mention the—” I stopped myself mid-sentence. “Well, you know,” I said quietly.
“No, I don’t know.” He folded his arms and looked at me.
“You know—your . . .you know,” I said.
“Myyou know?” he asked. A smile was parting his lips and he wasn’t even trying to hide it from me.
“Yes!”
“What about it?” he asked.
“Well, it is freakishly perfect, isn’t it?” I said.
