Page 78 of Don't Look Down

Savannah is in an equally miniscule bikini, but she’s barefoot. She loves a good heel, but she’s also practical.

Currently, she’s animatedly talking to Bash and Nadia. Her arm gestures wildly. For a split second, it reminds me of Sky. A few of our other teammates are lingering in various areas of the deck.

Leigh throws his arms wide and loudly announces, “The party has arrived! And by party, I mean me.”

Laughter follows. Everyone is already used to Leigh’s shit. Acting the part of a good host, I escort Addy and Sky around and introduce them. Everyone welcomes them with open arms. We may work together, but at the end of the day, we’re still one big family.

Sky and Addy seem perfectly content talking to Bash, Nadia, and Savannah. It’s close to cast-off when Davi looks at the door and shouts. “There he is! We were beginning to think you’d stand us up, kid.”

A glance over my shoulder confirms he’s talking to Murdock.

The petite woman next to him smiles sheepishly. “Sorry! It’s my fault. I got really nervous and changed a million times. For a yacht party! It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t help myself.”

The look on Murdock’s face can only be described as lovesick. “Everyone, this is my wife, Megan.”

A wave of nice-to-meet-yous and hellos circulate as she waves at everyone.

Bash turns to Sky and Addy. “Drinks are over there. Just let the bartenders know what you’d like, and they’ll grab it for you. Right now, there’s fruit and hors d'oeuvres to snack on, but there’ll be more substantial food a bit later on. Just let me know if you need anything and I’ll make sure you get it.” He claps Sky on the shoulder before moving off.

“There’s a bar and buffet set up on each level, by the way. So you’ll never be lacking,” I tell them.

Sky’s eyebrows shoot to his hairline. “Shit, I’m going to be spoiled rotten after this.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep you humble,” Addy assures him.

“Facts,” he responds.

It’s a humid day and the sun is beaming. It’s about eighty degrees. Sweat trickles down my back, and I need to cool down. “I’m gonna head down to the lower deck to hop in the pool. Anyone wanna join?”

Sky nods vigorously. “Yes, please. I’m melting.”

Addy declines and points her thumb at Leigh. “I’m gonna hang with this guy and get my bearings a bit more first.”

I smell a rat, but we leave them and make our way down. Music is thumping on this level.

Sky’s shoulders start to shimmy, hips swinging as we head to the bar.

After he orders a frozen margarita, he looks at me, catching me watching him. The way he’s swinging his hips should be illegal.

“What? I love music. I feelel ritmoin my hips and I can’t resist it.”

Don’t fucking say it, Spencer. Don’t say it.

“You look like you swallowed a lemon. What’s that face for?” He pokes my cheek.

“I’m trying to behave.”

Sky makes apfftsound. “Behaving is overrated.” He takes a tiny sip of his drink, then a bigger gulp. Smacking his lips, he blows the bartender a kiss. “Thanks, boo.Tan delicioso.”

She smiles back at him. He seems to have that effect on everyone.

“Behaving is a necessity.” I tell him.

His eyes widen and he smirks. “Oh, okay. Have fun doing that.” A big smile breaks out on his face. Savannah is on the makeshift dance floor and is making a come-hither motion at Sky. She knows not to bother with me. I have two left feet when it comes to dancing.

Taking another huge gulp of his drink, he hands it to me. “Keep this safe for me? I need to go shake my ass with your woman.”

He’s off before I can refute his words.

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