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“Everything looks good on me.”
“That’s true, and go fuck yourself.”
I grab a handful of her ass, growling in her ear, “You’re the one managing to make those Dickies look hot…”
She shivers and leans back against my chest, turning her head and tilting up her chin so her lips brush the side of my neck.
“You’ve never been attracted to cargo pants and steel toe boots before?”
“I’m starting to think it’s all I’m attracted to…” I grab her by the hips and pull her even closer so our bodies touch all the way down. I can see her nipples getting hard through her shirt. If she ever tries to wear a bra, I’m going to cut it off her and burn it with fire.
“What are you doing tonight?” Remi asks, her voice husky and low.
“Working,” I say with extreme regret.
Remi’s phone buzzes. She checks the text.
“Tom?”
“Yeah,” she says. “But he’s not coming ‘till tomorrow. Says he has a headache.”
“I bet he does.”
Remi shrugs, smiling. “Means we have a little more time. When do you start work?”
“Not until nine.”
“That’s practically forever.” She says it with so much pleasure that warmth spreads through my chest, sudden and unnerving. “What should we do?”
I’m torn because I’d like to get her back to my house in the few hours we have remaining, but days of impenetrable cloud only roll around so often. Walking around in the open air with Remi is intoxicating. The daylight may barely seem like light at all to her, but to me it’s like bathing in cool, transparent silver.
“Do you want to come down to the beach with me?”
Remi slips her hand in mine. “I’d love to.”
I can’t believe she’s walking like this with me, right down Main Street where anyone can see. Her hand is small and firm and warm. The sea breeze swirls her violet hair around her face, tangled with bits of bright leaves.
We take the stairs down to the beach, crisscrossing back and forth down the steep, black cliffs. The sand is damp, but the rain never properly fell, and now the wind is dying down, the clouds thinning. A faint pink flush has come into my skin despite the umbrella, but I don’t give a fuck; I’m not scuttling back into my hole.
“Come on,” I say, pulling Remi along. “I want to show you something.”
* * *
19
REMI
“Where are we going?” I ask Dane.
He’s leading me down the beach, apparently with some destination in mind, though all I see is the long expanse of black, glittering sand that eventually leads to the sprawling Onyx resort.
The bay is shaped like a waxing crescent moon, the town of Grimstone on its southern tip and the resort on its northernmost point. Dane takes me to a spot about halfway between.
“Do you trust me?” he says.
“More than I should.”
“Good. Leave your shoes.”
