Sand Angel Page 0,14

foot into a sock and then his boot, he saw Zoë walk away with Trent toward a sand rail. Drew fumbled with the snaps of his boots, leaving the top ones undone as he reached for his other sock and boot. Everything inside him wanted to yell out at her, draw her attention, as she slipped behind the wheel of the vehicle. Yet he knew there was a ninety percent chance she’d simply ignore him. More than likely the odds were closer to a hundred percent. As he jumped to his feet, fastening his belt, he began to hastily move toward her.

The sand rail engine screamed to life.

Too late.

The vehicle’s front tires popped off the ground, high into the air.

“Shit!” Adrenaline coursed through Drew’s body fast and furious. The speed and sharp incline stole his breath away. He knew any minute it would fall backward and kill both her and Trent.

As his heart crashed against his chest, shouts of excitement rang from individuals within eyesight of the spectacle. Zoë steered the contraption on its back tires down the road, riding it out.

Damn her. She was going to be the death of him.

This was not the innocent girl he left behind. No. This one had a wild streak a mile wide. He didn’t take a breath until the front tires of the rail bounced against the ground. Even then, she spun the vehicle on a dime, cutting into the sand and spraying the gritty substance from beneath her tires.

How the hell was he going to catch up with her? Probably the better question was, what was he going to do when he caught her?

“Hey, sugar, looking for me?” The sexy, soft-spoken words made him spin around. Kari slithered to his side. Her arm curled around his. She was dressed in riding gear from the waist down, but her chest sported a bathing suit top that didn’t leave much to the imagination. Her full breasts stood invitingly, urging him to reach out and cup them.

Drew didn’t want to appear rude. He eased his arm from hers as he forced a smile he didn’t feel. With as much aplomb as possible, he glanced down at Kari. “Just heading out.” His voice reflected disinterest, while his insides felt like they were tied in knots.

This was exactly the reason he had run in the first place. His feelings for Zoë were uncontrollable. She lit a fire in him like no woman ever had. When he was around her, the desire to touch her was overpowering. All he could think about was going to bed each night buried inside her body and waking up each morning wrapped in her arms.

She drove him crazy.

Turned him every which way but loose.

Hell, she kept him in a constant state of arousal.

Bright pink fingernails slowly crawled up his arm as Kari insinuated herself again around his arm. “Why don’t you stay behind?” He caught her not-so-subtle glance toward Josh’s trailer. “I’m sure we can find something to entertain us. Maybe a photo shoot.” Her free hand stroked up and down his arm as she snuggled in closer.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the rail and stream of quads following as they disappeared in the distance. “Kari—”

With a jerk she pulled her arm from his. He glanced down at her. “Don’t tell me. You’re sniffing at her heels too.” That foxy tone disappeared, replaced by a chilly bite.

Drew didn’t dare ask who she referred to, but he did anyway. “Who?”

“Umph.” She frowned, her perfectly plucked eyebrows pulled inward. “The Davis chick. Josh’s sister. Didn’t you see her grand exit or the line of worshippers following her? She did this last year.”

Drew didn’t like the sound of that. Now that Kari mentioned it, the camp did seem a little quiet, too bare. And there was no way in hell he’d catch Zoë now.

“You don’t have to worry about Zoë anymore. She’s mine.” A skeptical laugh met his announcement.

Kari shook her head. The sneer on her face held contempt. “Yours and how many others?” She turned to leave, stopping to glance over her shoulder. “When she’s through with you, sugar, I’m available.”

Drew didn’t realize it, but his hands were fisted. His ears burned with an inner heat. Red-hot anger rushed through his veins. Zoë was his—no one else’s. The sooner she admitted it, the sooner they could put the past behind them.

Heavy steps expressed his determination as he headed toward his quad. In seconds, he had his helmet and goggles in place. Slung