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“Rain?”
    “You fought me at first. The only way I could get you into my car was to promise we’d stop at a liquor store.”
    Her eyes were wide. “Did we?”
    “No. I took you to my place where you’d be safe and I could watch you.”
    “Oh.” She dropped her hand. “Then what?”
    He couldn’t go on right away, but looked out toward the sky to watch a pair of birds, stalling. “Earlier that night,” he finally continued, “when we were still at your apartment, you told me something. You said you would never step foot in water again. You swore you wouldn’t go near it, that it was evil, your enemy. I understand that—it took away your best friend. You were sad and angry, and you were afraid.” He exhaled a long breath, remembering how her words had affected him and his decisions that followed.
    “After that, I couldn’t tell you about being Chase, Juss. I didn’t know how to say that I spent half my life as a surfer, in the ocean . You were hurting so much. So I didn’t say anything about it, I just took you to my bedroom. After a while, you passed out.” He lowered his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t know, maybe it was the wrong thing to do. I thought leaving a note was for the best.”
    “You thought sleeping with me and then leaving a note was best?”
    He jerked his chin up, staring at her. What?
    Suddenly, he understood the distrust he’d seen in her eyes all day, the hostility in her voice when she’d first seen him at the beach. Yes, the not knowing had been haunting her way more than the truth ever could.
    “We didn’t sleep together, Justine.”
    She blinked, confusion crinkling her brow. “When I woke up in your bed, I was naked.”
    “Well, yeah.” Will exhaled and pressed his lips together. “You were rain soaked by the time I got you inside. I was afraid you’d get sick, so…”
    “So, you undressed me?”
    He couldn’t answer for a moment, trying to fight a very inappropriate smile. “Actually, you didn’t need any help with that.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “When I tried to help you off with your shirt, you started stripping on your own…and singing Madonna.”
    Justine dropped her chin and groaned. Will couldn’t help chuckling under his breath.
    “When you finished with all your clothes, you started on mine.”
    “Oh no.” She threw her hands over her face and groaned louder.
    “For being tanked, you were surprisingly determined. And strong.”
    She dropped her hands and stared up at the sky. “Okay, I am officially dying of humiliation.”
    “Don’t.” Will chuckled and touched her arm, knowing she was feeling unnecessary embarrassment. After all, he could have stopped her sooner than he had that night. So the fault was partially his. His memory was crystal clear about how Justine had looked right then. Despite her pitiful state, he’d been as captivated as ever.
    “I only let you get my shirt off before I came to my senses.”
    “Well, thanks for that,” she said with a laugh and wiped the corner of her eye. “So nothing…happened?”
    He took a step toward her, making sure she looked him in the eyes. “Nothing,” he said. “But that’s not all.”

Chapter Seven
    Justine was wringing her hands behind her back. Seriously, she didn’t think she could take anything else embarrassing. If Will’s account for that night got any worse, she could never show her face again.
    “You were about to pass out,” he continued. “So I picked you up and laid you on my bed.”
    She waited for the punch line, but it didn’t come. “And then what? You said there was more.”
    “Did I mention how determined you were?” He pulled at the neck hole of his T-shirt. This might’ve been the only time since she’d first seen him on the beach that he looked uncomfortable. “Of course,” he continued, “I didn’t have to. I could have pinned your hands behind your back, but it seemed easier just to do what you asked.”
    She felt another rush of oncoming