resting on his chest. “Talk to me.”
“I’m giving it all up.”
“What?”
It came down to this moment. The big decision that would change the course of his life. And as he stared into her eyes, he knew what he said in the next few moments would matter to both of them. “I’m not surfing in the classic.”
“Hunter, you dream of being ranked among the likes of the surfing greats. The legends others look up to and admire. You can’t do that by sitting on the sidelines.”
“No doubt, that would be amazing.” He smiled. “But none of that matters. All my life I’ve been searching for some little bit of happiness. Something that made sense in my life and made everything I did mean something. Something I could call my own. In the beginning, it was all about the titles. Becoming the next name to be counted among the surfing gods of our past. My goals changed, though.”
“I don’t understand.”
This was it. The moment to lay it all on the line, bare his heart to her and hope she didn’t run the other way.
“You know what drove me? When I first started, it had been the promise of getting on the next wave, capturing the perfect ride, not being trapped on a bus with my dad and his mates. Being something more than what my dad thought I could be. That hasn’t been at the forefront for a long time.” Hunter took a deep breath. “You know when you paddle out, and you’re sitting in the lineup, waiting for a wave? There’s this moment when everything stills for me. My mind quiets as I study the waves, and in that moment, the very last thing I think about is that this ride gets me one wave closer to seeing you again.”
She looked at him, a tear trailed down her cheek, but she said nothing. Hunter began to panic. Maybe he was wrong to open himself up like that. He reached up and wiped the dampness from her face.
“Angel, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just needed you to know that I love—”
Phoenix placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him with such fierce passion he thought he’d never recover. When she pulled away from him, she smiled. “You are the only man I’ve ever broken rules for, but never in a million years did I expect you to say those words to me.”
“You didn’t let me finish. I could’ve been saying I love surfing.”
“Is that really what you were going to say?” She playfully shoved him back to the blanket and began kissing along his jawline, her hand moving along his body and down over the erection that pressed against his swim trunks.
He nodded his head yes, but said, “No.” Then he wrapped his arm around her waist and rolled them, so he was on top of her. “Nothing in this world comes close to how I feel about you, Phoenix. I love you.”
***
“G et the hell out of here!”
The sound of her father’s voice sent Phoenix into a run. She rounded the wall separating the dining room from the rest of the house and saw her dad in the kitchen, untouched coffee in front of him. Her mouth dropped open.
“Dad, what’s going on?”
Neither of the two men in her life seemed to realize she’d made an appearance on the tension heavy scene.
“You want me to leave, I’m gone, but I think you at least owe me an explanation.” Hunter stood, arms crossed, staring down her father. This was not good.
He tossed an envelope onto the counter separating the two men and pictures slid out across the smooth surface. Images of her and Hunter. There was no mistaking what they were doing. Her cheeks flushed.
“Where in the hell did those come from?” In her head, her words sounded angry, but they’d come out timid. Her hand shook slightly as she reached for them. There were pictures of them from various spots including when they had sex on the beach and in the boat, their trip into town on the motorcycle, and images of them from around the property. “Did Aaron take these?”
She suddenly felt sick. This could not be happening. Her entire life was
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