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She took a sip of the mint and lime concoction, grinning. “Drinks taste better at the beach.”

“You work at the beach.”

“Well that doesn’t count,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Work is work. I’m getting paid by the bar. Vacationing on the beach is another thing altogether.”

“I’ll drink to that,” Mason said.

Chapter 8

“So what’s the verdict, Riptide?” Noah asked the following morning. “Head out for a few hours?” He took a sip of his steaming black coffee, feeling the burn of the dark liquid roll down his throat. He’d woken up twice last night, his dick rock-hard as he’d thought of Bailey stretched out on the sofa beneath him.

Seeing her in that sexy little halter dress yesterday had nearly made him come undone.

The fabric had wrapped around her perfect tits, showing them off to their full advantage. And when he’d hauled her over his shoulder and felt her lush little body up against his?

Fucking spectacular.

She was so much smaller than him, he could easily maneuver her into different positions if he ever made love to her.

Made love.

What was with him this morning? He was a one-night-stand kind of guy. He had sex with women, didn’t “make love.” And he’d flat-out told her that if she’d said the word, he’d make a move. They were together for a few days here, so he didn’t want to come on too strong if she wasn’t ready or just wasn’t interested.

But he’d wanted her to know that if she was game?

He’d be kissing and teasing her perfect body all night.

Mason grumbled under his breath, tapping the weather app on his phone. “Storms are moving in this afternoon. We should be good to go this morning though. We won’t have another full day on the water, but we can get in a few hours of fishing. It’s a little overcast out, but that won’t hurt anything.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?” Taylor asking, frowning. “What if the water’s really choppy or something? Is it safe?”

“I wouldn’t put you in harm’s way,” Mason assured her. “I wouldn’t go out if I thought it was dangerous. Noah and I are used to training in bad weather, but I don’t want to be out there with you on the boat in a storm. We can head out for a couple of hours this morning and then come back early. Be safe at home before the first rains drops even hit.”

“Well, if you’re sure,” she said hesitantly.

Noah glanced over at them. “It should be fine, Taylor. We’ll come back long before the storm is supposed to roll in.”

She nodded, still looking nervous, and Noah glanced toward Bailey’s closed bedroom door. “Is she still asleep?” he asked.

“She’s a night-owl,” Taylor said. She picked up her own coffee mug and took a sip. “So am I, really, thanks to my work hours at Anchors. I’ve gotten used to Mason waking up early though.” She shrugged.

A moment later, Bailey came padding out of her bedroom, wearing a pale pink tank top and floral sleep shorts. Her hair was twisted up in a messy bun, and she collapsed on the sofa beside Noah.

“Morning, sunshine,” he said with a grin, watching as she curled her legs up beneath her. She was cute as hell in those little pajamas. Whatever the hell women called them.

“What’s everyone talking about?” she asked with a yawn.

“There’s a storm coming later this afternoon,” Mason said. “We thought we’d head out early and get some fishing in to beat the rain.”

“Sounds good,” she said. Her gaze drifted to the overcast skies outside. “I won’t be able to get much of a tan,” she said.

“Well, tomorrow’s our last day, and the weather’s supposed to be perfect,” Taylor said. “We can find something else to do this afternoon and enjoy the sunshine tomorrow on the boat.”

“All right,” Bailey said. “So when do we go?”

Mason shrugged. “How long do you ladies need to get ready?”

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