Page 26 of Blue Sky

But I couldn’t ignore Brittney.

I whispered to Paloma. “I’ll be right back. That’s my buddy’s wife.”

I walked over and hugged her. She wore a black one-piece bathing suit and a big brimmed straw hat, and her face was painted with makeup. I would never understand why women wore makeup to the pool. Catherine always had, even though I had told her that I preferred her without anything on her beautiful face. I loved how Paloma never seemed to wear anything but lip gloss on her full lips.

“Oh, Beckett. How are you? How is little Sky? I just can’t get over that poor angel living without her mother.”

“We’re hanging in there. Sky is great. She has a great nanny.”

Brittney’s eyes focused on Paloma who was holding Sky. “Oh, that’s lovely. I’m glad you found some help. Who are the girls with her?”

Man, she was nosy. “Her sisters. They don’t know how to swim. I’m going to teach them today.”

She lightly punched my arm. “Wow. Well aren’t you generous. I’m happy to watch Sky if you need me too. Actually, my sister Laurel will be coming out for a visit next week. Maybe we could all get together. Go out to dinner.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. I had met Laurel on several different occasions when Catherine was still alive. Laurel was pretty, sweet, and kind, but I was not interested in going on a double date. And even worse, I couldn’t stop thinking about my nanny.

I was a wreck. I should’ve hired a nice grandma to watch Sky so I wouldn’t be drowning in temptation.

“Thanks, Brit. I’ll let you know if you need help with Sky. I’m not ready to go out anywhere though. But maybe I’ll see you around base.”

“Okay. Have a good time at the pool.”

I turned around and saw that Mónica was now holding Sky. Paloma was still dressed and as if she was waiting for me to watch her, she caught my gaze and slowly lifted her shirt over her head, as her hair cascaded around her breasts. Then before I could blink, she shimmied her shorts over his hips. My heart pounded in my chest. She was more beautiful than I had imagined. I wanted to rip her bikini bottoms off with my teeth and feast in between her luscious thighs.

I needed to get a grip.

Seeing her in her bikini should’ve satisfied me, but it didn’t.

Now, I wanted to see her naked.