Page 33 of Changing Tides

He sits up straight, and his grin widens. “You wound me,” he tells her.

She rolls her eyes. “Can I get you guys anything?”

“Food?” I ask them.

“Yes. Nachos and a double order of buffalo wings. Extra blue cheese,” Anson says.

“Sounds good to me,” Parker agrees.

We spend the rest of the evening choking down cheap beer and artery-clogging bar snacks. Parker and I leave around midnight while Anson sticks around, waiting for Heather’s shift to end.

“You good to drive?” Parker asks as we climb into my Bronco.

“Yep. Cut myself off at three an hour and a half ago.”

I put the key in the ignition and look over at him as he clicks his seat belt in place.

“You sure you don’t want to stay with Anson and wait for Audrey?” I ask.

“Fuck no,” he quips.

“Why not?”

He cuts his eyes to me. “She’s not interested.”

“You never know till you ask,” I advise.

“Thanks, Dad, but I’m not the one she throws herself at.”

“Park, she’s just flirting because I flirt with her like I flirt with everyone. She doesn’t take it seriously, and neither do I. If you want the woman, you have to make it clear to her.”

He leans back into the seat.

Maybe next Wednesday, then.

I drop him off at the condo, and instead of heading back to the marina, I pull into the beach house.

As I walk up the steps that lead to the ocean-facing deck, I make a note to replace the wood on the first three.

I unlock the door and walk into the living room, filled with plastic-covered furniture, coated with a layer of sawdust, and into the kitchen, where the cabinets have been removed and the frame for the new island stands. Plucking a beer from the fridge, I make my way to the bedroom and the big king-size bed, remove my shoes, and climb on.

What a day.

I still can’t believe that the girl who left me high and dry in Honolulu all those years ago is living in my grandparents’ cottage.

What are the fucking odds?

My mind drifts back to that night.

Her legs wrap around me, and she circles her hips, moving more urgently, seeking the release her body wants so badly.

I increase my thrusts, giving her what she wants, when her legs—those incredible legs—tense around me, and she begins to shudder.

“Look at me, Avie,” I command.

Her head snaps up, and I watch as she loses the battle and shatters around me.

Her cries fill the cabin and echo against the walls as her pussy tightens around me.

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