Dancing Tides (123 page)

“A
h—”

“
M
y
fee
t, s
e
e
how
b
i
g
m
y
f
ee
t
a
re
.
M
y
,
y
ou do h
a
ve
a
di
r
t
y
mind.”

“N
ow
y
ou
’
r
e
just b
r
a
g
g
i
n
g
.”

“T
h
a
t mi
g
ht be
t
h
e
ca
s
e
if
I
c
ouldn
’
t b
a
c
k it up.”

That comment had her
s
wa
llo
wing
h
ar
d,
c
o
n
ju
r
ing
up th
a
t im
a
g
e
.

B
ut
w
h
e
n
h
e
h
e
a
r
d h
e
r
m
o
a
n
a
t the
w
a
y
h
e
m
a
ss
a
g
e
d h
e
r
should
e
r
s, he
s
i
g
h
e
d.
“
I
n
e
e
d to
g
o. Mo
r
ni
n
g
c
o
m
e
s too
e
ar
l
y
on
a
f
ar
m. B
e
c
a
use
y
ou
c
ouldn
’
t k
ee
p
y
our
h
a
nds o
f
f
me
l
a
st ni
g
ht in the
t
r
u
c
k,
I
g
ot t
w
o h
o
u
r
s sl
ee
p. Plus
I
h
a
ve
to
d
r
ive
a
ll the
w
a
y
into S
a
nta
C
r
uz
to s
e
e
the sh
r
ink.”

“
W
a
it.
I
’
ll
w
a
lk
y
ou out
.
”
She
pull
e
d o
f
f
h
e
r
g
lov
e
s
a
nd
r
e
ac
h
e
d
f
or
his h
a
nd.
“D
o me
a
fa
vo
r.
Don
’
t
g
e
t
a
ll t
e
n
s
e
a
bout sh
ar
i
n
g
y
our
tho
u
ghts tomo
rr
o
w
, ok
a
y
?
”

“
M
a
ke
like
h
e
’
s a
b
a
r
t
e
n
d
er
.
I
g
ot it.”

“
J
ust be
op
e
n
a
nd hon
e
st.”

T
h
e
y
wa
lk
e
d out t
o
g
e
th
e
r
th
r
ou
g
h t
h
e
fr
ont door
o
f
the
ce
nt
e
r
w
h
e
r
e
Co
r
d
h
a
d l
ef
t his moto
r
c
y
c
l
e
p
a
r
k
e
d on the
st
ree
t. B
ef
o
r
e
th
e
y
r
eac
h
e
d the
bik
e
, Co
r
d
g
ra
b
b
e
d h
e
r
ar
ound t
h
e
wa
ist
a
nd h
a
ul
e
d h
e
r
up
a
g
a
inst
him.
“
I
wa
nt
y
ou,
K
ee
g
a
n.
T
h
ere’
s no point in pl
a
y
in
g
the
g
u
e
ssi
n
g
g
a
m
e or taking it slow
.”

She
ra
n h
e
r
f
i
n
g
er
s tho
u
gh his long
blonde
lo
c
ks,
pull
e
d his mouth do
w
n to
h
er
s.
“Ha
v
e
n
’
t
y
ou
f
i
g
u
re
d out
b
y
no
w
,
m
y
e
vil pl
a
n is
t
o l
ea
ve
y
ou
w
a
nting
me
until
y
ou
ca
n
’
t think st
ra
i
g
ht
?
”

H
e
cr
us
h
e
d his mouth to h
er
s.
I
nst
a
nt lust spik
e
d.
T
he
b
e
l
l
y
hu
n
g
e
r
e
d
f
or
s
o mu
c
h mo
re
.

“
I
’
m p
re
t
t
y
su
r
e
th
a
t
e
vil
pl
a
n n
ee
ds
r
e
visin
g
.”
H
e
mov
e
d kiss
e
s ov
e
r
h
e
r
j
a
w
a
nd l
e
t out a
low
g
r
o
w
l.
“
I
kno
w
,
I
kno
w
.
W
e’r
e
wa
iting
f
or
me
to
g
e
t
m
y
h
ea
d on
st
ra
i
g
ht.”

“T
h
a
t
a
nd
f
o
r
y
ou to move
p
a
st C
a
ssi
e
.”

“
S
a
me
thin
g
, ho
n
e
y
.”
H
e
tu
c
k
e
d a
loose
st
ra
nd
o
f
re
d h
a
ir
b
e
hind h
e
r
e
ar
.
“
L
ook,
w
h
y don
’
t
y
ou pl
a
n to
c
o
m
e
o
ut to the
far
m tomo
rr
ow
ni
g
ht
f
or
dinn
e
r
.
I
’
ll b
e
g
J
o
r
d
a
n
f
or
some
of
h
e
r in
fa
mous
c
uisine
a
nd
w
e
’
ll s
e
e
how
it
g
o
e
s
fr
om
t
h
ere
.”