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Licking my lips, the salty tears blend with the sweet crystals.
He’s wrong.
I don’t expect the ocean to solve world problems. I want it to solvemyproblems.
“How long have you been watching me?”
He looks away, thinking for a moment, and my hungry eyes follow his fingers as they run over the five o’clock shadow on his sharp jawline. “Since about halfway through that box of donuts.”
Marvelous.
My embarrassment is surfacing, and I can’t think of anything better when I say, “You know, you should never judge a woman and her donuts.”
He shakes his head, and his shoulders lift with a light laugh. He tries to hide it, but I catch the subtle movement. “You won’t find any judgment here.” He throws his hands up in surrender.
“Good.” I huff, pulling my long hair back from my sticky lips and crossing my arms over my chest like a child.
“Is your head okay?”
Oh, for God’s sake.
Why does he insist on asking questions?
No, my head is a mess, and you don’t want anywhere near it because this mood is contagious.
“It’s fine,” I clip and hate when I regret it. It’s not this guy’s fault I’m in a foul mood. That’s all down to a six-foot, blond police officer with lips that can make me crumble. “I’m sorry,” I mutter, turning to face the ocean again. The sun is setting, and it calms my erratic nerves. “Long day,” I quickly explain.
“You can say that again.”
“Long day,” I repeat, a slow smile spreading across my face.
He chuckles. It’s deep and sexy.
“Want some company? Misery loves company.”
Who is this guy?
“Who said I was miserable?”
“Your face.”
“Touché.” I look at him from the corner of my eye. “Are you a serial killer?”
“No, but would I tell you if I was?”
True.
I shrug.
“Are you hitting on me?”
“See answer one,” he quickly replies, and I can’t help but laugh.
“Okay, but you should know, I’m stronger than I look if you try to kill me, and I won’t have sex with you.”
He simply smiles and doesn’t look at me like I’m mad. All I see is understanding and something else familiar in his eyes, but I can’t put my finger on it.
“That sounds fair.” He moves down the bench, as do I, so we’re sitting closer, our arms almost touching.
