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“Sure.” She had no idea what he was talking about.
Hunter smiled and leaned close, over the arm of his chair. “Don’t patronize me.”
She blushed and fumbled for words. “So these are the ones you chose?”
“Nah.” He rolled back in the chair and held his arm up to the light. “These, I picked up at Hot Topic when I got the piercings done—” He noticed her look and grinned. “I’m screwing with you. Yeah. I picked these.” He sobered. “Or Mom likes to say they picked me.”
It should have sounded ridiculous. It didn’t.
“What do the other stones mean?”
Firelight caught his eyes and made them flash gold. “You’ll have to do more than down a few shots to find out.”
Her heart kicked against her ribs until she was sure it wanted her to jump into his lap. Wind peeled off the water to bite across her skin. She felt herself leaning, resting her weight on the arm of the chair.
He was drifting, too, and she found her eyes tracing his lips, the line of his jaw, the odd markings along his neck.
A dog jumped in between them. And barked.
She almost came out of her skin. Her foot sent the can of soda shooting across the sand. Gooseflesh sprang to life on her arms.
Casper. He barked again. Then spun in a circle.
“What?” she said. “What’s wrong with him?”
“Platz, Casper,” said Hunter. The dog just barked and backed up.
“What’s wrong?” She couldn’t tell her body to turn off the adrenaline, and she gave a nervous giggle. “Is Timmy down the well again?”
“I don’t know.” Hunter stood and put a hand on the dog’s head, but Casper just backed away and turned to face down the darkened part of the beach. Then growled.
She stood to look, but couldn’t see anything in the darkness.
She edged closer to Hunter. “Do you think—”
“Shh.” He was staring, too. Casper kept growling.
Then she saw it, tall figures walking down the beach, coming their way, still well beyond the next fire drum. Men. She saw the glow of a cigarette.
o;Thanks for the magic rocks,” she called over her shoulder.
As she turned the corner, she banged into something hard. Her eyes saw the blue shirt first, then the spread of water across a male chest. He swore.
She recognized the voice and jerked her eyes up.
She’d just soaked Chris Merrick.
CHAPTER 11
Chris looked pissed.
“Holy crap,” Becca whispered. The entire front of his shirt was wet.
“Pretty much.” He pulled the fabric away from his chest and sighed. “At least it’s water.”
She felt a little light-headed. She wrapped her hands around the cup, like it could somehow keep her upright. “What’s wrong—you can’t freeze it in midair?”
His eyes snapped to hers, suddenly fierce and intimidating. “What did you just say?”
