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bleed. If you weep, I weep. If you need a snack, I eat one right there with you.”
    He looks at me over his sunglasses. “You’re waiting for Callahan, aren’t you?”
    Wow. It’s like he has super powers or something.
    “Is it that obvious?” I ask.
    “It is,” he says, nodding thoughtfully. He straightens. “But it looks like you don’t have to wait much longer, here he comes. “My head whips to the side. “Made you look.”
    I’m smacking his arm silly when he motions down the beach. “Oh, wait, Trin. He is here. He’s coming now.”
    “Yeah, right. Fool me once, shame on me. Fool me twice, you suck―” He grabs my shoulders and spins me. I’m ready to whoop his ass when I see a very familiar and gorgeous figure headed my way. “It’s him.” I turn around and smack his arm again. “Did you have to man-handle me in front of my man?”
    “Says the crazy woman attacking me.” He turns around and waves. “I’ll see you later, Trin. Sorry you can’t take a joke.”
    “Later, Mason, sorry your momma named you after a jar.”
    He laughs, despite it not being the first time he’s heard that one. He’s a good guy, that Mason.
    So here’s my dilemma: I’m here, but I’m not here. And now that dreamboat of a man I’m here for, but not supposed to be here for, is headed toward me. Is this a good time to remind myself that everything usually makes more sense in my head? Probably not.
    I brush off my sandy shorts and walk toward the water’s edge. I keep walking, pretending to dip my feet. As he nears, I offer a small smile, followed by a small wave. Pathetic? Probably. But it’s all I got, folks.
    Instead of waving back―or heaven forbid, smiling ―he surprises me by slowing to a stop next to me.
    “Hi,” I say.
    “Hi,” he mutters back.
    I’m trying not to look at him. Really I am. But considering he’s not wearing a shirt and beads of ocean water are drizzling from his perfect pectorals, down his eight pack abs, to where his black board shorts rest low on his hips, it’s awful hard not to. If it means anything, I’m real proud I’m not wiping drool from my mouth.
    He frowns as his eyes scan me from head to toe. “Why are you dressed like that?”
    “Oh, cause it’s hot and it’s summer.”
    I can tell he’s working not to roll his eyes. “Don’t you have a uniform to wear?”
    “I would if I was working, but I’m off today.”
    His brows furrow tighter and he angles his chin. “Then why are you here?”
    “I’m in charge so sometimes I have to come in on my days off to make sure everything’s okay. It may not look it, but I run a real tight ship.”
    His gaze skips to where Sean and Craig are trying to impress the new girls with their chicken arm farts. “You’re right, it doesn’t look it.”
    I make a mental note to kill them later and I shrug. “Just boys having fun.”
    Without looking at me, he motions ahead with a tilt of his chin. “I’m headed that way if you want to come. Unless you have to keep working on that tight ship of yours.”
    By now Sean and Craig are pumping their arms to the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb . “Nah, I’m sure they’ll be fine without me.”
    I follow when he pushes off, both of us fall into that nice steady pace we developed. I wait for him to say something. When he doesn’t, I race a head to catch the wave sweeping and kick up water to splash him. He’s come to expect only smooth moves and maturity from me so I can’t exactly let him down.
    “Something on your mind?” he asks, ignoring the water trickling along his firm and ogle-worthy abs. His tone sounds annoyed, but the tilt to his lips suggests otherwise.
    “That was something the other night wasn’t it?” I say, resuming my pace beside him. “Obnoxious New Yorkers always coming down here causing problems.”
    “They weren’t from New York,” he tells me.
    “Jersey?”
    “Nope.”
    “Canada?”
    He presses his lips tight. “They were from Texas. I caught