Page 80 of Summer Ever After
“No.”
“Who leaves home without their phone?”
“Me.”
“Great.” I start pacing back and forth. “We’re stranded.”
His lips curl into a smile. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Ishoot him a sharp glare, causing him to rethink his smile. “Never mind.”
“What are we going to do?”
“Relax.” He climbs off the bed of chairs. “I’m sure your dad has a jump pack in here somewhere.”
“I don’t think so.” I start lifting seat covers, searching the cubbies below. “I’ve never seen one.”
We spend the next ten minutes turning the boat upside down with no luck.
Walker stares at me with his hands on his hips. “We’ll have to sleep here tonight and swim to shore in the morning.”
“But we’re so far out.”
“It’s, like, a mile. With life jackets, we can totally swim that.”
“I don’t know.” I shift my weight, wondering if I can really handle an entire night alone with Walker.
He senses my hesitation. “Unless you want to swim in right now.”
I glance over the dark water. There’s something really scary about the ocean at night. I think it has something to do with sharks. They’re always my problem when it comes to the ocean.
“No, let’s swim it in the morning.”
He pats the flattened chairs. “Looks like we’re sharing this bed.”
We both eye the space in the middle of the boat.
“Or I could sleep on the sundeck,” I offer.
“And have your feet dangling off the side of the boat the entire time? I don’t think so.” He throws some beach towels down for us to use as pillows and blankets.
“Are you going to be warm enough without a shirt on?” I crawl on the cushions, making up my side of the bed.
“I’ll be fine. I actually sleep naked.”
My wide eyes jerk to him. I cannot deal with naked Walker.
“I’m joking!” He laughs, whipping me with a towel. “You’re so easy to mess with.”
Only with him. Everything he does seems to mess me up.
We both lie down with plenty of space between us.
See? I got this. This is fine.
“Jane?”
I glance over at Walker. The glow of the moonlight just adds to his handsomeness. One arm rests behind his head, magnifying his tricep muscle, but I’m not dwelling on that. It was just a fleeting thought—aHey, his arm looks incredible in that positionkind of fleeting thought, never to be mentioned again.
“Thanks for today.” He shifts his head to me. “I forgot all about the U.S. Open. I don’t even know who won.”
