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“Some instructional viewing kept me up.”
Smile tugging at his lips, Luke glanced towards her bike. “She riding okay for you?”
“Yeah, no problems.”
Andy’s bike had been dropped off at her doorstep a couple hours before her shift on Saturday, damaged tire replaced and frame washed to a shine. Andy had assumed since she’d seen Reg’s truck drive off after the delivery that he’d been the one who’d fixed it.
Now — seeing Luke’s pleased expression — she realized she’d been wrong. The man hadn’t just blown out of her apartment Saturday morning to go hang with a bunch of naked folks. He must have gone back to the shop first to repair her bike.
“Youfixed it for me.”
Luke shrugged. “I wasn’t sure if you had a car, and I knew you had to close Saturday, so I took care of it.”
Much of Andy’s irritation with the man for ignoring her for two days faded with the admission.
“Thank you. I do have a car, but I prefer my bike. Saves on gas. What do I owe you for the tire?”
Luke snorted. “It’s a tire.”
Andy’s gaze slipped to his chest, which was covered by another rash guard, both nipples poking through the snug-fitting fabric. Andy’s face warmed as she recalled their taste and texture in her mouth. Unconsciously, she drew her lip between her teeth.
Luke’s chest rumbled a warning.
She looked up to find his eyes flashing one too. Something that seemed to say, “Don’t go there. Don’t think about our last lesson. Don’t think about the one that took place in your bed as opposed to the ones that take place here on this beach.”
Glancing down, Andy cleared her throat. “Okay, uh, thanks again. I guess I’ll owe you.”
Luke was quiet a beat, and she could feel him watching her before his gaze finally shifted to the waves. “Well, you can pay me back by catching one of those today.”
Andy cracked a grin at his playful tone. “Sure. I’ll get right on top of that.”
“That’s the goal.” Arms crossing over nipply pecs, Luke lifted his chin. “Dare I hope any of thoseinstructionalvideos you watched included the Marks clip I sent you?”
She shrugged. “Might of watched it a couple times.”
Seven.
She’d watched the video of pro surfer Caroline Marks absolutely killing it in the water seven times. Slowing down the clip, Andy had zoomed in to study Marks’s footwork as she popped up on her board to catch wave after wave. The woman truly was a badass, and, at only five foot five, a lot closer to Andy in size. Although the chick’s thigh muscles put Andy’s puny quads to shame.
“So what did you think?” Luke asked.
She glanced down at her legs. “That I’m gonna need to add twenty-five squats to my workout.”
His gaze lowered, lingered, then drew back up. “Well, you did miss my warm-up.”
Twenty-five squats later, Andy hit the water with her mean-ass surf instructor.
With their lesson starting a bit later than usual, the zone was already fairly busy. By now, however, Andy was no longer so nervous around the traffic. It also helped that a lot of the faces she spied around her were familiar ones. Many she knew as regular customers from the shop, and a number of them waved or flashed her the shaka in passing.
Of course, this was probably because she was with Luke, and everyone knew Luke, but still, it was nice to feel accepted.
Kicking out of a wave to her right, Dylan paddled over to cruise alongside her. “You gonna catch one today, Rhodes? Watching you hit the drink over and over is getting a little old.”
“You’re telling me,” she mumbled, shoulders sagging.
Luke hit her with a spray of water. “Lesson One, Bird.”
Shit. What the hell was that again?
