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“I like hanging out with you too,” he admits. His Adam’s apple bobs as he takes another drink. “Especially when you’re wearing that little yellow bikini.”
I roll my eyes and push my wavy strands behind one ear. “What am I gonna do with you?”
He takes a step closer, moving into the space between my legs. “I can think of a few things.”
I’m seconds from pushing Wyatt back when Benji appears.
“What’s up, Lo?!” Benji interrupts. He walks up beside the table to join us, giving me a one-armed hug and forcing Wyatt a step back in the process. “First breakfast and now dinner … are you stalking me or something?”
“It’s the only way I get to see you,” I joke.
Zane walks closer and slaps hands with Benji, grabbing a beer from the cooler.
“Breakfast?” Wyatt asks.
Benji winks at me. “Yeah, you know … that meal you have at the start of the day.”
Wyatt glances between Benji and me as Zane quietly gazes at the mountains. “When did you two have breakfast together?”
“The other morning,” I answer.
“Why wasn’t I invited?” Wyatt asks with a frown.
“Because no one can get a word in edgewise when you’re there,” Benji jokes.
Wyatt takes a playful swing at him.
“Wyatt! Get your ass over here and start this fire!” a guy yells from where he’s arranging logs in the middle of a rock circle.
“Why is that my job?” Wyatt grumbles, already stepping in that direction.
“Because it’s the only thing we can get your lazy ass to do,” the guy yells back.
Benji follows, leaving Zane and me alone. I take a long drink from my bottle.
“IPA, huh?” Zane says, still not looking at me. “Interesting choice.”
“Okay,” I say, staring at the side of his face, “I admit it; it’s good.”
He shifts his eyes until they collide with mine. “It’s better than good.”
The temperature increases by at least ten degrees with his attention on me. But I shiver anyway.
“It’s better than good,” I acquiesce.
He leans on the edge of the table, bringing us a few inches closer. I start fiddling with the loose edge of the sticker on the bottle I’m holding and then look over his shoulder at the water gentlylapping against the rocks below. Zane isn’t even touching me, but every inch of my skin is aware of him in a way I’m not with other men.
“You been down to see the lake yet?” he asks, his voice low and rumbling.
I feel every syllable down deep in my lower stomach.
I shake my head. “Not yet.”
“Well, come on then.”
He starts walking before I agree to accompany him, like he knows I will follow. And I do. I glance around before I jump off the table. Wyatt and Benji are busy making a fire. I don’t see Jessica.
We walk down a dirt path that descends the hill to a shoreline filled with rocks of all shapes and sizes. My sneakers slide across them a few times, the loose surface shifting beneath my weight.
