Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
“I really like you, Penny.” She pats my arm, then turns around and heads out of the room, calling over her shoulder for me to have fun.
With no choice, my towel wrapped tight around me, I head to the boathouse and find Jace waiting, just like Janelle said he would be. Only she didn’t tell me that he would be shirtless and that I should prepare myself mentally for seeing him half-naked. As he’s distracted by whatever it is he’s doing on one of the large jet skis inside the small building, I take in his well-defined abs, the V that disappears into his black swim trunks, along with the tattoos that cover his torso and muscular arms. No guy who’s made millions off playing video games should look like him. Heck, no guy should have a right to look as good as he does, period.
“Are you okay?”
Jumping at that question, I come out of my perusal and meet his gaze, knowing my cheeks are probably red from being caught checking him out. “Yep, great.”
“Nervous?”
“No, why would I be nervous?”
“You mentioned not being the best swimmer.” He bends to pick up a bright-red life vest before he walks toward me.
“Oh, I’m not, but I know the basics that should keep me alive if I end up in the water,” I say as he stops in front of me, so close I can see the swirls of blue mixed with green that make up the color of his eyes.
“All right, drop the towel, and let’s get this on you.”
“I can do it.” I hold the towel a little tighter with one hand, and he raises a brow but hands the vest over.
Making sure the towel is tucked tight, I slip on life jacket, then attempt to latch the clips, but the towel keeps getting caught, making it difficult. Well, that and whoever designed the stupid thing did not think about women who have breasts wearing it.
“Stupid thing,” I groan, getting aggravated.
“Let me help.” He moves my hands out of the way, then in one quick move, the towel is falling to my feet and his eyes are locked on my chest. “Jesus.”
“They’re boobs. I’m sure you’ve seen a million of them.” I slap my hand against my cleavage in an attempt to cover up—not that it does much to hide anything.
“Well.” He clears his throat. “They’re nice.”
“Oh my God,” I whisper, and he lifts his eyes to mine. “You did not just say that.”
“I’m a dude. It would be wrong if I didn’t notice and appreciate that you have a nice rack.”
“Don’t be a douche,” I grumble, then gasp when he pulls me forward by the straps of the life jacket, clicking the first buckle into place.
“Tomorrow, I’ll take you into town to get you a different suit.” He hooks the second. “I don’t need anyone else checking out my fiancée’s tits.”
“Don’t say that.”
“Why not? If they were mine, I wouldn’t want to share them.”
“Can we just go? This is getting weird.” I sigh, and he grins a grin that has me second-guessing my decision to be alone with him. Then again, my reaction to him on a physical level has me second-guessing a whole lot of things.
“All done.” He lets me go and grabs his life jacket, quickly putting it on, then with the ease of a man who has ridden a jet ski a few times in his life, he climbs onto the machine and straddles the seat. “Let’s go, cupcake.” He starts the engine.
“Cupcake?” My lip curls, because ew.
“I’m trying it out. I think it would be good if we have pet names for each other.”
“No, thank you.” I hesitate a moment before I place one foot behind his on the ledge of the craft, then swing my leg over. Of course, the swimsuit goes right up my bottom during the move, so I have to take a minute to adjust the fabric before I sit on the seat behind him.
“Every couple I know, they have nicknames for each other.”
“We are not going to be one of those couples.” I roll my eyes as I try to figure out what I should hold onto, because touching him doesn’t seem like a very bright idea.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He reaches back and grabs both my wrists, then tugs them around his waist. “Hold on.”
I do, mostly because I don’t have a choice. One second, the jet ski is just bobbing in the water, and the next, it’s taking off out the open door so fast that my hair is flying behind me.
I listen to his laughter mixed with the sound of my screams as he spins us in circles before straightening out and speeding farther away from the house.
As he navigates us across the lake, I take in the beauty of the area and the houses scattered here and there, some hidden back in the woods surrounded by trees, others nestled close to the water’s edge.