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I scratch the back of my head, racking my brain, and finally, I recall the night Delilah and I had a couple drinks and decided to Uber over to Sam’s, where we jumped her fence. “Fuck. Teddy had mentioned you got a new hot tub, so…”

She crosses her arms over her chest, which is when I realize how low cut her pink dress is. Her cleavage is mouthwatering.

If she was any other woman, that is, but again, I’m only a human guy. I can appreciate a nice pair of tits, no matter who they belong to, right?

“And you thought it would be fun to break into my place to use it,” she finishes sarcastically. “Were your parents’ bajillion-dollar pool and hot tub and the entire ocean in your backyard not good enough?”

I squeeze the towel around me, rocking on my heels as embarrassment colors my cheeks. “You should be flattered that we found your place to be far more exciting.”

“Right.” She rolls her eyes. “I didn’t get in that thing for over a month. Had to bleach and disinfect it about a thousand times since I knew you had sex in it.”

“I’m offended.” I clutch my bare chest in exaggeration. “What makes you think we did anything scandalous?”

She scoffs. “You were naked with a woman. And you’reyou, so there’s no way you kept your hands to yourself.”

“Damn. You caught me.” I give her a sheepish grin, suddenly ashamed.

Sam knows I’m no saint and that my past is filled with not-so-stellar indiscretions, but knowing she saw us that night makes me feel… icky.

I’ve never felt this way about any of my actions until now.

What the fuck?

“Let’s never talk about it again, okay?” she offers, and her tone is genuine.

I sigh in relief. “Deal.”

“Now, what I was coming over to say is that I’m ready if you want to go ahead to the restaurant. There are hammocks hung between trees on the way, and I want to get a few pictures for my page. But, clearly you need another minute.” She points at me.

I run my fingers through my hair, which is now dry, thanks to the evening breeze. “I’ll be two minutes, tops.”

She taps her watch. “I’ll be counting.”

* * *

“Right here.” Sam points to a spot between two tall trees, and the pink-and-yellow hues of the sunset filter through the green leaves and long branches, casting a gentle glow around us. “What’s cuter—lying in the hammock or just sitting in the middle of it?”

I open my mouth to answer, but she claps her hands.

“Wait! I got it.” She hands me her phone, which is covered in a case that matches her pink nails, and the combination makes me smile.

It’s very Sam to match her shit like that.

I turn the camera toward her as she heads for a hammock, taking her shoes off along the way. I follow her, but she stops me when I’m a few yards away. “Stay there and snap a few shots.”

“Why, I’d love to. Since you’re so polite and all.” I hold the phone up and peer over the top at her.

She curtsies, pulling her flowy dress out to the sides, her bright pink toenails peeking through the blades of grass. “Please, Mr. Logan, can you take my picture?Please?”

“That’s more like it.” I laugh, and the camera shakes, making her and the background blend into a mosaic of different colors.

She points to my right, diagonal from where she sits in the middle of the hammock, and asks, “Can you please, sir, take the picture from there, please?”

“Are you going to do that all night?”

“You asked for it.” She sticks her tongue out and sways in the netted material like it’s a swing. With each push-off, the higher her dress slides up, revealing more and more of the line of defined muscle of her upper leg.

Before she glances down, I catch a glimpse of her glowing eyes, and her naturally wavy hair blows in the breeze over one lean shoulder, letting free strands flow over the other side.

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