Brushing the sand from my legs and assessing the damage, I pulled myself up.
“Sorry?” Who in the hell knocks a girl down like that?
I realized that, other than a little wet sand stuck to my favorite shorts, I was fine. But I wasn’t about to let my cocky assailant know that. I was ready to launch into a verbal tirade on why he should have been paying more attention, when I looked up and lost my words.
I took in the muscular six two frame topped with sandy hair. I had only seen eyes that color once before. They were a grey-green I couldn’t forget. They were sexy bedroom eyes that threw every good comeback I had out the window.
“Blake?” I sputtered, finding my voice.
He threw everything out the window. Holy shit.
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Blake
Fuck.
“Sierra.”
“What are you doing here?” she asked. Her eyes seemed to light with as much fire as I had running under my veins.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
I had plowed her down. Run her into the sand as if she were a lineman on a Sunday afternoon. She didn’t want my help dusting off the sand.
“My aunt died. I’m cleaning out her house,” she explained. She pinched her plump lips together. Those fucking lips.
“Right.” Fuck. Why was it I couldn’t think about anything except the last time I saw her?
She took me right back to high school. To college. To a time when I gave two fucks about what a girl thought.
Cole ran up behind me. “Why if it isn’t Sierra Emory.” He pulled her into a resistant hug. She looked over his shoulder at me.
“Hi. Cole.”
“It’s like a damn high school reunion around here.” He grinned. He was already drunk.
“I guess so.”
“Is this your boat, Cole?” Sierra asked.
“Nah, she’s Blake’s. He built her himself,” Cole said, as I turned up the music.
“Really? You built this?” Sierra looked surprised.
I hopped on the boat and strolled to the lineup of coolers.
I leaned back in the captain’s chair, propping my feet next to the steering wheel. “Really.”
“Sorry, my cousin’s such an ass and a bad receiver. That was a perfect throw,” Cole quipped, smiling at Sierra.
“You’re crazy.” I glared. “I caught that pass by the way. Which is pretty fucking amazing considering I’m the one who usually throws it.”
“No one around here gives a shit,” Cole shot back.
I grinned. It was why I loved it. But now Sierra was here and suddenly it didn’t seem the same. She shouldn’t be here. My boat was anchored on shore, but I felt as if it were rocking with some new kind of current.
“Don’t want your head getting too big,” I egged him on.