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I grimace. “Totally. Be right there.”
If my brother hadn’t just interrupted us, would we have just had sex on the couch? Looking at Savannah’s red face, I think I know the answer. She stands up, straightening her clothes.
“I should go.”
“No!” I say, unintentionally raising my voice.
Savannah looks at me with wide eyes. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes. Yes, sorry. I just meant… I invited you here for the day. I don’t want you to feel like you have to leave. This was… this was my fault.” I clear my throat, finally deciding to take a chance and stand up. “I should go find my brother. But you should… you shouldn’t leave. Stay for the food.”
“Sure.” Savannah ducks her head. She literally could not be any redder. “For the food, And… for Lucy.”
I edge out of the room. “Great.”
“Great!” She gives me a thumbs up. “Fantastic.”
I turn and get the hell out of the study, my steps carrying me toward the front door. I open it, slip through to the outside, and then lean down with my hands on my knees.
“What the hell was that?” I whisper to myself.
My head throbs. Worse than that, my cock is still half-stiff.
What is this woman doing to me?
15
Savannah
The day of the Bennetts’ beach party was the last time the sun shone in the Cape. Today is another in a long string of blustery, cloudy days. I am trying not to be miserable, but it’s pretty hard when Lucy brandishes her latest find at me.
“Eww.” Lucy uses a long, wood pole with a spike attached to pick up what appears to be a half-melted diaper from the beach. She stuffs it in her bag and shivers comically. “Gross.”
“Yep. Humans are disgusting. That’s what I’m finding out today.”
“They really are. I am so done with people. I literally just deleted all my dating apps last night.”
Lucy glances at me. “You did?”
“Yup. Because humanity sucks.” I spear a piece of trash and add it to my overflowing bag.
“No other reason?”
I shrug and smile at her. “What other reason could there be?”
Lucy stays mum, but I’m sure I catch her pulling a face.
The wind whips around me, snatching at every piece of clothing and trying to tear the trash bag from my hands. It’s not storming out, but this icy wind is threatening to freeze me solid. I hitch my neon-yellow safety vest against my dark parka, and wiggle the elastic band of my right work glove. It’s really itchy. Everything is bothering me today more than it should.
I push out a sigh and grab my trash bag.
“What’s up, buttercup?” Lucy asks. She uses her trash picker to snag a few pieces of newspaper. “I thought you were all pumped for this year’s South Shore beach clean-up day.”
I wrinkle my nose. “I was. I mean, I am. Everything is just getting on my nerves today for some reason. Like my parka is too baggy. My gloves are itchy. And we keep finding fricking diapers on the beach. I mean, who throws their diapers away in the ocean?”
“Heathens would be my guess.” She slides a thoughtful gaze my way. “And I’m not used to hearing complaints from you. Are you by chance about to have your time of the month?”
“No.” I flush and shake my head. “I think I’m just having an off day.”
