Page 21 of The Doctor's Truth

Finally, a grin draws over Jason’s mouth.

“What’d I miss?” Donovan asks as he rejoins us in the living room.

“Polar bear party!” Jason shouts, which I guess is the last word on that.

12

Jason

I don’t care who you are—

There’s nothing more beautiful than the beach at night.

The sand looks almost white. The sea is a deep, dark blue that tickles the bay. We don’t need flashlights, not when the moon is this full and the sky this bright with stars.

I leave my shoes behind and sink my toes into the sand. It’s cold, but there’s a little daytime warmth underneath it still when you really bury in. I like the chilly breeze coming off the water—it’s sharp and clean.

“Last one to the water is a muskrat!” Kenzi shouts and takes off running. I dash after her, kicking up sand under my toes. She touches the water first, and I get to it next. It’s like liquid ice, licking my toes.

Kenzi gasps. “Oh my God, it’s freezing!”

But neither of us move away.

Behind us, Donovan finally catches up, strolling leisurely. He has wine, after all. Precious cargo.

“Truth or dare, D?” I ask him.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to howl,” Kenzi says. “As loud as you can.”

Donovan lets out a loud animal noise. There’s no one on the beach—who cares? Kenzi joins in. So do I.

Pack of animals. It feels good. Exhaling vowels, letting the salt air back in.

When I look back at Kenzi, she’s smiling. The moonlight eclipses her face and highlights her dark hair.

She’s got one hell of a smile. Big, kissable lips.

“Penny for your thoughts?” I ask her.

She watches the water. “This is the first time since getting here that I’ve felt like I’m home.”

“Your toes numb?”

She laughs. “Yeah, kind of. But I don’t want to move yet.”

“Me neither.”

I could watch her like this. All night.

She shifts from foot to foot, drawing her toes through the water and back again. And then she loses balance. Kenzi lets out a quick yelp and stretches out her arms. I grab her quickly, hooking my arm around her middle to keep her from hitting the cold water.

“Shit…thanks,” she laughs. Her body heat feels nice against mine. I want to unzip my jacket and let her inside. “Sorry. I’m clumsy.”

“You’re perfect.” The words just fall out of me. But I mean them.

Her eyes meet mine. Those sweet emeralds. Curious, inviting.

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