Page 51 of Making the Save

This was all for show.

Wyatt’s hand slid out of my suit, leaving me cold and wet. I let my legs drift away from his waist, but my hands were still on his shoulders because he’d taken us out so far I couldn’t touch bottom.

“Give me a minute to cool down, then we’ll head back to the house and talk about what happens next,” he said. He took my hands and floated me around his body so I was behind him and anyone filming right now wouldn’t see me at all.

“We’re making things complicated,” I said, pressing my head to the sun-warmed skin of his back.

“We’re making things complicated as fuck,” he agreed.

“Are you mad?”

“No, I’m fucking horny as hell. If I don’t get my head straight, I’m going to carry you back to the house, throw you on a bed and nail you from behind until you’re blind.”

“Blind?” I asked. “Does sex mess with a woman’s vision?”

“The way I fuck it does.”

“Sounds dangerous. Would my eyesight eventually come back?”

“Babe, if you’re trying to defuse the situation with humor right now…”

“It’s a serious question. I don’t think I should have to suffer permanent vision loss as the price of an orgasm.”

He barked out a laugh and I could feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate. I hugged him tight, grateful that the P&P’s on the beach gave me a reason to touch him, all too aware that this beautiful moment was coming to an end.

We stayed in the water for another few minutes. I pressed myself as close as I could to his back just so I could gather up some of his heat. My teeth started chattering. Wyatt held up my hand in front of his face. The tips of my fingers were blue and had turned into wrinkled prunes.

“You’re cold,” he said, like he was annoyed. He headed toward the shoreline in giant strides. “You should have told me.”

“I just noticed,” I said.

We pulled ourselves out of the water and Wyatt kept the weight of his heavy arm across my shoulders, holding me tight to his body. I didn’t fight him, I really was cold. I’d been so distracted I hadn’t felt the chill seep into my bones.

The P&P’s surged around us, but we scurried along the sand to the steps up to my deck.

If he was serious about tossing me on a bed and nailing me from behind, I had to break the news to him that I was not that kind of spontaneous in bed. Like far from it. Like the opposite of it.

“Wyatt, I think maybe I do have to tell you something…”

I realized he was distracted by someone on the deck.

Was Barry back? I doubted it after the way Wyatt chased him off. I tried to see over Wyatt’s shoulder, but whoever it was, was just out of my eyesight. All I could see was a long person shaped shadow.

“Fuck,” Wyatt muttered.

“Do you know who it is?

“Yes, and don’t listen to anything he says. And don’t…look at him.”

“Are you joking?”

At the sound of our voices, the person on the deck jumped up to the top of the stairs and threw his arms out wide. The guy sparkled. All over. From the diamonds in his ears to the white of his teeth. I grinned at him. It was impossible not to.

“Sydney! Come here and give your new brother a big hug!”

“Liam,” Wyatt muttered. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

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