Page 85 of Under Her Skin
“I’m kinda rich, so I’m looking for something todo.”
“Kinda rich?” she asks as she narrows hereyes.
Max saves me.
“He’s looking into becoming an investor. He inherited a little sum of money from his parents when they passed on and played the lottery in states across America. He won several of them and ended up with quite a tidy sum. He’s here so I can teach him a thing or two about investing his money to make more of it and keep as much as he can out of the government’shands.”
Peyton wags her finger at me with a look in hereyes.
“You! I think I know you. Well, not know you, know you, but did you go to L.A. and drop your mom in theocean?”
“Her ashes, yeah!” I look harder at her and slap my leg. “Yeah, it’s you two. I knew, I knew you guys from somewhere. Small freakin’world!”
Rachelle nudges Peyton’sshoulder.
“So, you know thisguy?”
“Kip and I were strolling along on the beach before the baby was born and saw him tossing the ashes into the water. We stopped and talked to him and he told us this heartwarming story about his parents passing on together. It was really sweet, in a sad kind ofway.”
Rachelle’s eyes go soft as she looks at me and touches myhand.
“I’m sorry to hear that. How are you doing withthat?”
“I’m fine. They died happy. No reason to be sorry for me.” I smile at her and want to take her hand in mine so damnbad.
Max saves me from making a fool out of myself. Another clap on my shoulder and he says, “Why don’t we let them get settled in and we can all meet out by the swimmingpool.”
They agree and Lexi leads them to their rooms. She looks over her shoulder atme.
“I hope you don’t mind sharing a bathroom with Rachelle. I have her in the room that’s byyours.”
I shake my head. “I’m sure we can stay out of each other’sway.”
Not that I want that. I want to get all up in herway!
Rachelle
“Can you tie me up?” I walk into Peyton’s bedroom andask.
Kip’s already taken the baby and went out to the pool. Peyton and I are changing into our bikinis and mine is being difficult. She ties ittight.
“I don’t need these babies breaking free,” I say with alaugh.
“So, the stud, Blake, what do you think?” she asksme.
I haven’t thought of him at all, at least in the last few seconds. He’s tall, I’d say about six feet, three inches. His blonde curls just touch his broad shoulders and he’s got amazing blue, brown eyes. His bone structure is probably the most symmetrical I’ve ever seen. He’s handsome, not boyishly cute, not adorable, and completelyhandsome.
“He’s okay,”Isay.
Peytonhuffs.
“Sure, he’s okay. That man has classic good looks. And I know you got a look at those monster biceps he has. Damn it girl, can you imagine getting swept up in his strongarms?”
We giggle and I pull a thin, white cover-up that’s see-through over my red bikini as we walk out of theroom.
“Don’t go there, Peyton! You and Kip are always trying to play match-maker.”
Her arm goes around my shoulders and she squeezes me in herembrace.
