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“Nope.” She popped the P, her grin playful and flirty now.
“Well, youthrowa Frisbee,” Blake said. “Youtossa football.” He ducked under the umbrella. “If we’re gonna be out in the sun, I need to spray myself first.” He did that, and then he snatched the Frisbee from her. “Let’s go.”
He jogged away from their spot and down to the hard-packed sand. He positioned himself so he could see Tommy and his new friends, and he waited for Lauren to join him. She stood too far away, but Blake had thrown a Frisbee before, and he had no problem gliding it toward her.
She got nowhere near catching it, and while she wasn’t particularly athletic, she was graceful. She came toward him and picked up the disc, then threw it about as hard as she could.
He laughed when it went zipping straight out into the ocean, and he looked at Lauren, with double hands clasped over her mouth. She wasn’t going to go get the Frisbee, that was for dang sure.
Blake high-stepped it out into the water, collected the floating red thing, and threw it back to her. Water droplets whisked off of it as it went, and she held out two hands and clapped them together in sheer desperation. She had her eyes closed and everything.
He hadn’t stopped laughing over her throw, and watching her trying to catch was even more hilarious. “Honey,” he said as he left the ocean. “I don’t think this is for you.”
He looked up the beach to where the kids were, and he found the four boys playing spikeball. Kathy lay on a towel, her phone held above her in the air.
Her mother hadn’t arrived yet, and Blake’s mental alarm started ringing. Then Lauren arrived and she slapped the plastic disc against his chest.
“Ow.” He placed both hands over it to keep her from pulling it back and swatting him against with it. He grinned at her. “Frisbee’s not your sport, sweetheart.”
“I don’t have a sport,” she said. “Unless getting dressed up right for the beach counts.”
He was aware of where they stood, so he didn’t wrap her up and kiss her in front of literally thousands of beach-goers. “What about walking?” he asked. “Do you do that on the beach?”
“Sure.” She laced her fingers through his, and he tucked the Frisbee into the back of his board shorts. He cast a look at Tommy, wondering if he needed to let his son know where he was going. “I don’t have my phone,” he said.
“I do.” She looked over to him, her eyes barely visible through her sunglass lenses.
“Will you text Tommy and let him know we’re going for a walk?”
“Yep.” She did that, and Blake took her hand when she finished. He could kiss that in front of others, so he did. They started down the beach, and Blake once again checked for Kathy’s mom.
“You know,” he said. “I don’t think Kathy’s mom is coming back with fried chicken.”
Lauren looked up the beach and slightly back over her shoulder. “Maybe not.”
“Why would she lie to me?” Blake asked, a sour pit opening in his stomach. “I didn’t even ask about her mom.”
“Maybe she was nervous,” Lauren said. “You make women nervous.”
He rolled his eyes. “She’s fifteen.”
“And your son’s girlfriend,” she said.
“I’m just saying, I don’t make her nervous for the same reason I make you nervous.”
“Who says you make me nervous?” She gave him a high-flirt smile, and Blake grinned at her.
“You know I can pick you up and haul you into the ocean, right?” He tightened his grip on her fingers, and her eyes widened as she tried to pull her hand away and couldn’t.
“Blake Williams, I will never talk to you again,” she said. “This is mygauzecover-up.”
“I don’t know what that means,” he said. “It’s sexy, though.”
“It isn’t meant to get wet.”
“Maybe you should take it off.” He lifted his eyebrows, and she looked away from him.
“Why?” she asked. “You can see through it.”
