In spite of what Zach thought of him, the new chief was extremely popular.
“Can we walk first?” Brooke gestured in the opposite direction. “Just us?”
Walking alone with her on a moonlit night along the beach? A fantastically bad idea.
“Please?”
No. Absolutely not.
She held out her hand. “Sure,” his mouth said without permission from his brain, and taking her hand, he led her down the path to the water. There they kicked off their flip-flops and walked with the surf gently hitting the shore on their right, the cliffs on their left and the moonlight touching their faces.
Pretty damn romantic, which didn’t help.
A wave splashed over their bare feet and legs, and the bottom of Brooke’s dress got wet, clinging like plastic wrap.
Perfect. Just what he needed. Brooke all wet.
Letting out a low laugh, she gathered the material in her hands, pulling it up above her knees as she backed farther up on the sand.
He thought she’d turn and head toward the party, but she didn’t. She kept going.
And like a puppy on a leash, he followed.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked.
He took in her profile, the small smile on her glossed lips, the few freckles across her upturned nose, her hair flying around her face. “Yes,” he agreed. “Beautiful.”
Her gaze flew to his. “I was talking about the scenery.”
“I know.”
“But you weren’t looking at it.”
“No.”
“I…” She let out what sounded like a helpless sigh. “You were saying that I’m beautiful?”
“Yes.”
“See, that’s the thing.”
“There’s a thing?”
“Well, you make me feel a thing.” She looked away. “A few things, actually.”
Uh-huh. And that made two of them.
The breeze continued to toy with the wet hem of her dress and his mind at the same time. He took in the empty beach, the myriad alcoves and cliffs lining the shore, forming lots of private little spots where they could escape to without being seen.
Where he could slowly glide that dress up her legs and-
“Ouch.” She hopped on one foot, then bent to pick something up. “A shell.”
He traced his finger over it in the palm of her hand. “I used to have jars and jars of these when I was little.”
“You grew up here?”
“Yep. Santa Rey born and bred. My parents were surfers. I think my first words were surf’s up.”
She laughed, but then the sound faded. “You miss them. Your parents.”
Lifting his eyes from the shell, his gaze collided with hers. “It was a long time ago, but yeah. I miss them.”
“I lost my dad before I was even born, and I still miss him.”
“What happened?”
“He died in a car wreck. My mom…she didn’t really recover. She never settled in one place again, or with one man.”
“That must have been rough on you.”
“Not as rough as losing both parents.” She squeezed his hand.
Yeah, it’d been rough. He and his parents had lived in an old apartment building on the beach. It’d been rundown, but it had fed their surf habit. He’d remembered every second of the night their building had caught fire. Every second of hearing his mother scream in horror at being stuck in the kitchen, surrounded by flames. Every second of watching his father battle those flames to try to get to her. The fire department had been volunteer at the time. They’d done the best they could, but their best hadn’t been enough to save his parents. Their rescue effort had been a recovery effort pretty much from the start.
“Your older brother raised you?”
“He did.”
“Does he live here, too?”
“No, Caleb’s a high-powered attorney in L.A. Driven and ambitious…we’re very different.” He smiled. “He’s still after me to do something with my life.”
“Firefighting isn’t doing something?”
He shrugged. “Well, it’s not going to get me fame and fortune, or into a cushy old-age home.”
“You don’t care about any of that.”
“No.”
She nodded, looked down at her fingers, then back into his eyes. “We’re very different, too. You and I.”
“I know.”
“Are you okay with that?”
Zach felt a smile tug at his mouth. “I happen to like the differences between a man and a woman.”
She let out a soft laugh. “I meant that you’re laid-back and easygoing, and I’m…not.”
“I don’t judge my friends.”
“Yeah, about that.” Her gaze dropped to his mouth. “I have a question.”
He hoped like hell it was something like, Can I kiss you again?
She hesitated, then shook her head. “I need to walk some more.”
“Okay.” But he was saying this to her back because she’d already started walking, not along the water this time, but up the sand toward the bluffs, where they could move over rocks the size of houses. She did just that, climbing one, reminding him that she was a capable, strong woman who spent her days lifting heavy gurneys.
He followed behind her, enjoying the way her dress bared her back, her arms, how it kept catching between her legs.
With a huff of frustration, she finally hiked the dress to midthigh so she could move easier, a sight he greatly enjoyed from his lower vantage point.
Her panties matched her dress.
Then she vanished from view. “Brooke?”
“Up here.”
He found her on a ledge the size of his pickup truck, sitting with her arms wrapped around her knees, her face turned out to the ocean, the waves tipped in silver from the moonlight. “Isn’t it amazing?” she whispered.
Yeah. Yeah, it was, but she was even more so. He sat next to her so that their shoulders touched, and for a long moment neither of them spoke.
“The waves are mesmerizing.” She sighed. “I could watch them all night.”
“You should see them beneath a full moon.”
“I’ve rarely taken the time to just sit and watch waves. Actually, that’s not true. I’ve never taken the time to just sit and watch waves.” She let out a long breath and looked at him.
“You had a question,” he reminded her.
A ghost of a smile crossed her lips. “I was thinking maybe I’m too rigid. For instance, I shut down this thing between us without giving it full consideration. I said I wanted a relationship, but the truth is, I’m leaving in a matter of weeks. I couldn’t really have a relationship, anyway. Plus, you were right about me not relaxing enough. Letting loose. I need to try some of that.” She paused and looked at him for a reaction.
“Okay,” he said carefully. “So…”
“It’s just that I’m not exactly sure how to start.” She flashed an insecure smile. “I’ve always been in school, or working. It’s not really left a lot of time for anything else. I mean, I’ve had feelings for guys before, of course, but…but not in a while. A long while, actually.” She paused again. “Do you understand?”
He was trying.
With a sigh, she took his hand. “I’m attempting to come on to you.” She brought his hand up to her chest, over the warm, creamy skin bared by her halter dress to her heart.
He looked down at his long, tanned fingers spread over her, feeling the curve of her breast beneath his palm, and the way her heart beat wildly, and then stared into her eyes.
“Just once,” she said very softly, “I want to be wild and crazy without worrying about anything. No meaning, no strings, no falling for anyone, just…let loose.”
“I want to be very clear,” he said, just as softly. “You’re looking to-”
“Have sex.”
“Have sex.” She wanted to have sex. Just once. Had she been dropped here by the fantasy gods? How the hell had a shit-spectacular day turned so perfect?
“Zach? Am I doing this wrong?”
He let out a low laugh-it was for real. “You’re not doing anything wrong, believe me. But…” He looked around them, at the rock. “Now?”
“Yes, please.”
Again, he laughed. Laughed. “Here?”
“Here.” His entire body reacted to the thought, so apparently he was on board with the here and now.
“Just the once,” she clarified.
“To be wild and crazy.”
She smiled. “That’s right. And no falling. No messy emotions. Promise me.”
“No falling. No messy emotions.” He was so ready, his board shorts had gotten restricting, but he hesitated. “Brooke. What if that doesn’t work?”
“Well, of course it’ll work. We’ll take our clothes off and lie on them, and then-”
He interrupted with a smile. “Trust me, I know how to do that part. I meant, what if once isn’t enough? What if we still go up in flames when we look at each other at work? What if afterward, someone gets hurt?”
“Won’t happen,” she said so firmly that he was momentarily stymied by the fact that she was so sure she wouldn’t want him again. “You just promised me no falling,” she said. “I promise it right back. I’ll be leaving town before I can start worrying about any sort of meaningful relationship.”
True, all true, but…
“Besides, I’m not exactly the type to ignite any sort of wild passion, so-”
“Whoa.” He was still reeling from her certainty that she would get him out of her system so easily. “What?”
She lifted a shoulder. “I’m awfully buttoned-up, Zach. Ask anyone.”
“I’m asking you.”
“It’s years ingrained. Far too long a story to tell you now, but-”
“Give me the CliffsNotes version, then.” This he had to hear. Not the type to ignite wild passion? Was she serious?
“I just put the prospect of sex on the table,” she said. “And you want to talk? See? Proof right there that I don’t ignite passion.”
“Oh, don’t worry. We’re going to have sex on the table. Or on the rock.” He smiled when just the words brought a blush to her cheeks. “But first I want to hear the long Brooke story.”
“Really?”
She sounded so surprised that it squeezed his heart. Had no one ever bothered to try to get beneath her skin? “Really.”
“Well…you already know I came here from back East.”
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