Page 11 of Body Shot

“You’re sure?” He slowly lets go and I wave to Hana, who was watching intently.

“I’m good!” I yell in her direction.

“I’ve got choice words for that fucker on the jet ski,” Johan says, shaking his head.

“I better not see him on the beach,” Anders says, scowling in the direction the guy on the jet ski had gone.

“I’m fine,” I murmur. “A little saltwater never hurt anyone.”

“No, but it was dangerous. There are kids who aren’t strong swimmers. Sloane is pregnant. Bad things happen when people are careless.”

“Oh, I agree. I just meant not to worry about me.”

“I’m glad you’re okay.” He smiles, and this time I smile back.

“Well, you were quick to rescue me.”

“The wave was very unexpected.”

“Who’s hungry?” Toli yells from the shore. “First round of burgers and dogs are ready!”

“I could eat,” Anders says. “Are you hungry?”

“I am.” We make our way back to shore, and I grab my towel as we reach the little area where Hana and I had set out our things.

“Hot dog or hamburger?” he asks me.

“Oh.” I pause. “One of each.”

“Cheese?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’ll be right back.” He heads toward the picnic table where the food was set up and I take a moment to appreciate his very tight, round ass.

“He’s hot, right?” Hana says, coming up behind me.

“Very. Why aren’t you interested?” I ask curiously.

“I told you—have my eye on someone else.”

“Do I get to know who?”

She hesitates. “It’s Felix.”

“Felix. The guy with the accent?”

She nods.

“He into you?”

“I don’t know,” she says, making a face. “Like, I think so, but he hasn’t made a move and I’m not sure what to do about it.”

“He’s not making a move at all?” I ask in surprise.

Guys are usually all over her.

“Nope. We’ve hung out in groups a few times, but he’s never asked me on a date or to spend time together just the two of us.”

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