“Some.”
“I can tell you’re carrying decent muscle but if you wanted to really optimize, I could walk you through my current program. I’ve been running a push-pull-legs split with an extra shoulder day and the results speak for themselves.” He gestured vaguely at his own torso. I nodded but I understood none of what he had just said.
“Yeah, we’ll have to meet up,” I said.
He kept talking. Something about protein timing and the creatine he’d switched to, and on and on. I blanked out and drank the shitty drink in my hand. The only reason I tolerated any of it was because it put me in proximity to Summer.
CHAPTER 5
SUMMER
Itried to focus on what Mia was saying about her neighbor’s new boat rather than on the man standing twenty feet away talking to half of Surfside’s permanent population. He knew everybody. Of course he did. The Andersons had been coming here since before I could tie my own shoes. He’d been building a reputation on this beach since he was a kid. Twenty years ago, fifteen-year-old Colt Anderson was the golden boy of the shoreline. I was eight years old when he was charming the whole damn town.
I didn’t even know who Colt Anderson was until that night seven years ago when some drunk kid tried to drown himself while no one was paying attention.
I still saw him in my dreams sometimes. And after seeing him jogging shirtless on the beach, those dreams were going to be crossing some serious lines. I would need to remember to lock my bedroom door. I didn’t want my niece or nephew stumbling in and finding me writhing in bed in the middle of an erotic dream. And there would be many, many dreams coming my way. I wasn’t mad about it.
Get it together, Banks.
“You’re staring,” Capri said into her drink.
“I’m looking at the fire.”
“The fire is over there.” She pointed left. “You’re looking over there.” She pointed directly at Colt, who was laughing at something Rick had said. “Completely different direction.”
“They’re both in my field of vision.”
“Summer.”
“What?”
“He could eat crackers in my bed,” she said, very matter-of-factly, like she was commenting on the weather. “Like, crumble them up. Scatter them everywhere. I would not say a single word. He could snore—as long as he was naked.”
I choked on my drink a little. “Capri.”
“I’m just being honest. Don’t act like you’re not thinking about the same thing. I can’t even blame you. I’d eat escargot off his stomach, and I don’t evenlikeescargot.”
I licked my lips thinking about my tongue on those abs. “I like escargot.”
Capri laughed. “So much for old and crusty, huh?”
“Stop,” I hissed.
“I’m looking. You’re looking. We’re both looking. Every female here is looking, even Meg and she’s eight months pregnant.”
“He looks good. That’s never been the problem.”
I heard him laugh again and I was thrust into a flashback of him naked in bed with me trying to tickle him.
Lord, I needed to get a grip.
Suddenly, Bodhi materialized at my right with his buddy Jake trailing behind him the way Jake always did. Bodhi’s less attractive shadow. Bodhi nudged me with his shoulder. I took a casual half-step sideways.
“Hey,” he said, putting his face way too close to mine.
“Hey,” I said back.
Bodhi was always like this, but I knew why he was making sure he positioned himself next to me. He was trying to put on a show. And maybe I didn’t hate the idea of making someone a little jealous. Not that Colt would ever be jealous of Bodhi. And I was sure Colt probably had a stable full of women back in Texas.