“Give it to him,” I replied quickly.
Ashton laughed and nodded before standing up. “Well, okay then. Glad to know where you stand,” the teasing in her voice was a relief. She really was okay with this.
“This summer... my coming here... it wasn’t just about wanting to spend time with you before we go off to college.”
Ashton grinned and raised her eyebrows. “I can’t believe you’re telling me a Vincent boy brought you to Grove, Alabama and not me.”
Shrugging, I returned her smile, “They’re hard to resist.”
“Don’t I know it.”
I stood at the window and watched as Ashton jumped in Beau’s arms and proceeded to kiss his face all over as if she hadn’t just seen him last night. It was kind of gross. He was shirtless and covered in sweat. He reached up and turned his dirty University of Alabama baseball hat around backwards before grabbing Ashton’s face and taking over her wandering lips. Shaking my head, I turned away from the major public display of affection those two were sharing with the entire street. She’d been all-clean when she left and now she had Beau Vincent sweat all over her outfit. Not to mention the grass probably stuck to his body. She’d better hope her daddy doesn’t decide to come home for an early lunch. That would not go over well.
The short clip of Tell Him by Colbie Caillat alerted me that I had a text message. Running over to the dresser where I’d left my phone, I grabbed it up and my heart fluttered even before I read it.
Sawyer: It’s Sawyer. I’m sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you. I’m taking out the boat today. Come with me, please.
I didn’t even give myself time to think it through. I quickly typed.
Me: Okay. When?
Playing hard to get might be the best way to handle this if Sawyer actually liked me. But I wasn’t sure. If I was just a weapon to use against Ashton then I needed to change that. I needed to make him see me.
Sawyer: Can you be ready in an hour?
Me: Yes
Sawyer: Wear a Swimsuit. Preferably that bikini you had on last night.
I had to take a deep calming breath and I reread his request several times before typing—
Me: K
Chapter Seven
Sawyer
Lana opened the front door the moment I pulled into Ash’s driveway. I needed to fix the mess I’d made last night so instead of enjoying the view of her long creamy legs, showcased in those tiny little red shorts, I jumped out of the truck and walked around the front of the cab so I could open the door and help her get in.
A shy smile played on her full lips as I met her on the other side of my truck. Yep, I had hope. Even after the stunt I’d pulled last night, she was affected by me. Guilt settled in my stomach when I stared into her trusting eyes.
“Hey,” her Georgia drawl wasn’t bad either. I’d never realized Lana had a sexy voice.
“I’m glad you’ve forgiven me enough to come with me today.”
She shrugged one of her dainty little shoulders. A few freckles graced the smooth skin she was exposing with the sleeveless top. I hadn’t noticed those last night and the urge to kiss each one shocked me.
“Not much to forgive. You acted like an ass but you were drunk. I should’ve been paying closer attention.”
I couldn’t keep from laughing. Lana McDaniel had just called me an ass.
“That’s awfully considerate of you,” I replied.
“Hmmm... maybe so.”
I opened the truck door and reached out to take her hand as she stepped up into the cab. The shorts rode even further up her legs and, in my appreciative gaze, I noticed one lone freckle incredibly close to the curve of her heart-shaped bottom. My heart sped up and I forced myself to stop ogling her backside.
Unsure about whether or not my voice was going to betray me, I didn’t say anything as I closed the door and went back around to the driver’s side.