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Two days later, Andy was starting to wonder if Lukewasghosting her.
He hadn’t gone to work that Saturday after their night together, and while this wasn’t too surprising since the man had just worked several shifts in a row, Andy couldn’t help wondering at the timing. Closing up shop that night with Mary’s other seasonal employee Quentin, Andy learned some news that hadn’t helped her growing anxiety.
Quentin — who was, at seventeen, both the youngest member of the Sand Spot crew and Hunter Ford’s youngest brother — had mentioned the guys had all gone to Black’s Beach for the day.
Finding out Luke had gone straight from Andy’s bed to a place where a bunch of nude people congregated hadn’t sat too well with her. Jealousy and possessiveness had twisted her stomach. Both feelings she didn’t have a right to considering she’d told Luke she was still pursuing his best friend. This right before propositioning her surf instructor for a sex lesson. Which had turned into the single most erotic experience of her life.
Not that she’d had all that many, but whatever.
Point was, given all that, it was definitely hypocritical of her to be getting peeved at Luke for hanging out near a bunch of fawning naked people.
Fawning naked people who’d probably been checking him out in his trunks while he’d surfed. That is, if he’d actually been wearing any trunks. With Luke being something of an exhibitionist, Andy wouldn’t have put it past him to ride those waves commando.
Which would have been stupid, really. Andy had taken enough tumbles off the board by now to know it didn’t feel pleasant. If Luke wiped out on one of those big waves at Black’s and broke his big stupid dick, that was his own damn fault.
But even as the thought occurred, Andy knew she didn’t mean it. Not just because she really liked Luke’s dick. But also because she REALLY likedhim.
And she couldn’t help worrying when she pulled up a YouTube video featuring some of the more intense swell action at Black’s. The waves were noticeably bigger than the ones she’d been learning on at Pacific Beach. Andy could understand how Reggie had ended up injuring his ankle on a bad wipeout.
So, long story short, that’s how Andy spent the rest of her Saturday: alternating between being pissed at Luke and worried for him.
And since she’d set Sundays and Mondays as her new days off on the schedule, she had a couple more days to stew over everything. Days in which she conspicuously did not hear from her surf instructor.
At least not until late Monday night.
Yes, right after she’d done her twenty-five push-ups, twenty-five burpees, twenty-five paddles, and twenty-five laps, Andy finally received word from her errant surf instructor.
Exiting the pool, she might not have been in the best frame of mind to respond to the following text.
Luke:I just sent you a link for a video. Watch it tonight. Really study it. This chick is badass, and her body type is similar to yours, so maybe her technique with the pop up will work better for you. Everybody does it slightly different. Meet me tomorrow morning at PB. The usual time.
The usual time.Ha! That so wasn’t happening.
And, sure, she’d study this woman who was so badass and had a similar body type. Just like she was guessing Luke hadreally studiedthat body himself.
I’m not jealous, I’m not jealous, I’m not jealous.
Andy could tell herself this a hundred times, but it didn’t make it true.
Shewasjealous. Irrationally so.
Also a bit tired after a hundred freaking exercises.
Andy:Thanks for the link. I’ll check it out after this other video I’m about to watch.
Just as her petty ass had hoped, the man bit.
Luke:And what would that be?
Andy:Something with naked people. Night, Teach.
Chapter twenty-two
Thenextmorning,Andycruised up to the beach at ten past seven, removed her helmet, and secured her bike. Lifting her board out of the hitch, Andy sauntered down to meet Luke, who was already warming up with some lunges.
“Mornin’,” she drawled, setting her board and backpack near the Tweety.
He rose from his stretch. “You’re late.”
