Chasing Trouble (Chasing Love 1)
“I meant town. When will you be leaving town?”
“Trying to get rid of me already?” He knelt, resting his forearm over his bent knee, his handsome face way too close to hers for comfort. “If memory serves, last week I couldn’t keep you away from me.”
She gasped and pulled herself up on the ledge, nearly knocking his nose with the top of her head. Too bad she didn’t. When she stood, dripping wet, to face him, she thought she heard him groan.
“May I speak to you in private please, Mr. McCade?”
…
Mr. McCade? What was with all the formality? He followed JJ’s pensive glance around. Parents and kids were filtering in and out.
“You can do whatever you’d like in private with me,” he whispered.
Her lips pursed. Not the response he was going for. JJ turned to another woman in the pool. “Mary-Lou, I’ll be right back.”
The woman, obviously one of the other swimming instructors, nodded.
JJ stomped past Colt, grabbing a towel off a nearby bench and wrapping it around her waist. Damn shame. Her lush little ass in that red bathing suit made Colt instantly hard. He f
ollowed dumbly after her, only stumbling once…okay, twice.
My God, the woman was fine. He’d known this, but seeing her wet, with her skin shining in the sun, she was damn dangerous. All that hair—hair he’d tangled his fingers in—looked midnight black when drenched.
Weaving around the back of the office by the pool, and out of sight of all the onlookers, JJ threw open a door and beckoned Colt inside.
The supply closet. Nice.
He stepped in, shut the door and reached for her hips.
“You need to leave.”
“But we just got in here. We haven’t even tried out the blow-up raft yet.”
She didn’t smile, instead crossing her arms over her breasts. Her wet breasts. Her full, wet breasts.
He knew he was staring but couldn’t bring himself to care. Memories of tasting that plump flesh and—goddammit, what he would give to peel the top of her suit down and—
She snapped her fingers in front of his face. His gaze jerked up.
“Lily told me about your accident.”
“Ah, it’s nothing—”
“She also said it wasn’t serious. So I’m assuming you’ll be leaving town soon. Until then, I think it’s best we stay away from each other.”
Huh? Was she preemptively dumping him?
You have to be together to be dumped, idiot. But shit, why was he even thinking that way? He and JJ weren’t an item. And he didn’t want that anyway. Which was why he hadn’t called her after that night. Technically, dialing six of the seven digits of her telephone number, then hanging up, didn’t count as “calling.”
Yep, he was fine. But he couldn’t be blamed if he just happened to run into her.
“Actually, I’m going to be in town for the whole summer.”
Her gray eyes shot wide; fear streaked across her face. “What! Why? School hasn’t even ended yet.”
“So?”
“So…the summer. That’s like…”