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time.
What the heck is wrong with me, she wondered burying her nose in her book. Did I really almost ask him if he needed help putting on sunscreen?
She hardly knew him. How could she even consider doing something so personal for a stranger?
“ Did you get your back?” he asked as if reading her mind.
“ Uh...not completely. But it's good enough.”
Dylan moved a little closer. “Lean forward. I'll get it for you.” Without waiting for a response he squeezed sunscreen into his hand. “Don't want you to get burned.”
I'd rather get burned by the sun than you. Callie wasn't sure her body could handle having his hands on it. “Really it's no big...”
“ I think you like arguing with me.” Dylan positioned himself behind her. “Do you really want a sunburn? I promise I won't bite.”
Reluctantly, Callie leaned forward so that he would have easy access to her back and shoulders. The minute his hands glided across her skin, it felt as if it was on fire. His hands were much rougher than she'd expected. She could actually feel a few callouses.
Wonder how he got those . Not from sitting behind his desk all day. Perhaps at the gym, he obviously spent plenty of time there.
Slowly his hands moved from her shoulders and down her spine. The intimate contact was sweet torture. She found herself longing for a quick dip in the ocean to cool her skin. She could just picture herself jumping in and steam rising up around her like it did when a blacksmith dropped a piece of red hot iron in cold water to cool it. The image made her laugh before she could stop herself.
“ What's so funny?” Dylan asked. His voice contained a hint of amusement and his accent sounded more pronounced than usual.
“ Nothing. You just hit a ticklish spot,” she answered thinking fast. She couldn't take his hands on her anymore. “Thanks. I'm good now.” Callie pulled away putting some much needed space between them. Picking up her book again, she tried to find the page she had left off on since the bookmark she normally used was gone.
Dylan leaned back and used his arms to prop himself up. “What are you reading?”
“ Emma.” Callie shrugged. “It's one of my favorites.”
“ I could never get into Jane Austin. Prefer Dickens myself.”
For some reason she couldn't picture Dylan reading anything but the Wall Street journal or some other business related publication.
Don't prejudge, Callie reminded herself. She'd been the victim of that enough times to know how unfair it could be. “I like some of his stories, but I'll take a copy of Pride and Prejudice first any day. Austin is probably my favorite classical author.”
“ My mother really likes Austin too.” Dylan slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses. “She has a few first editions of her work.”
Though she had yet to met the woman, she couldn't imagine having anything in common with Elizabeth Sherbrooke. From the little she'd read about the woman she knew Elizabeth was the epitome of elegance and wealth. In fact if Callie looked the word elegance up in a dictionary she wouldn't be shocked to see a picture of Elizabeth Sherbrooke there smiling back up at her. Callie was more likely to find a picture of herself near the words unsophisticated and working middle class.
“ What other authors do you like to read?” Dylan asked.
Although she’d been reluctant to spend the day with Dylan, Callie wasn’t eager for their time together to end. Yet, when he walked her back to her motel room later that evening, she knew that was it. Tomorrow her father would arrive and Dylan would no longer feel obligated to play host.
And that’s what he’s been doing all day, Callie reminded herself. It might have seemed like a date, but it wasn’t. He was only standing in as host for her father. Nothing more.
Pulling her room card out of her purse, she waited for Dylan to say goodnight and leave. They’d already finalized what time she would arrive at Cliff House the next morning so
What the heck is wrong with me, she wondered burying her nose in her book. Did I really almost ask him if he needed help putting on sunscreen?
She hardly knew him. How could she even consider doing something so personal for a stranger?
“ Did you get your back?” he asked as if reading her mind.
“ Uh...not completely. But it's good enough.”
Dylan moved a little closer. “Lean forward. I'll get it for you.” Without waiting for a response he squeezed sunscreen into his hand. “Don't want you to get burned.”
I'd rather get burned by the sun than you. Callie wasn't sure her body could handle having his hands on it. “Really it's no big...”
“ I think you like arguing with me.” Dylan positioned himself behind her. “Do you really want a sunburn? I promise I won't bite.”
Reluctantly, Callie leaned forward so that he would have easy access to her back and shoulders. The minute his hands glided across her skin, it felt as if it was on fire. His hands were much rougher than she'd expected. She could actually feel a few callouses.
Wonder how he got those . Not from sitting behind his desk all day. Perhaps at the gym, he obviously spent plenty of time there.
Slowly his hands moved from her shoulders and down her spine. The intimate contact was sweet torture. She found herself longing for a quick dip in the ocean to cool her skin. She could just picture herself jumping in and steam rising up around her like it did when a blacksmith dropped a piece of red hot iron in cold water to cool it. The image made her laugh before she could stop herself.
“ What's so funny?” Dylan asked. His voice contained a hint of amusement and his accent sounded more pronounced than usual.
“ Nothing. You just hit a ticklish spot,” she answered thinking fast. She couldn't take his hands on her anymore. “Thanks. I'm good now.” Callie pulled away putting some much needed space between them. Picking up her book again, she tried to find the page she had left off on since the bookmark she normally used was gone.
Dylan leaned back and used his arms to prop himself up. “What are you reading?”
“ Emma.” Callie shrugged. “It's one of my favorites.”
“ I could never get into Jane Austin. Prefer Dickens myself.”
For some reason she couldn't picture Dylan reading anything but the Wall Street journal or some other business related publication.
Don't prejudge, Callie reminded herself. She'd been the victim of that enough times to know how unfair it could be. “I like some of his stories, but I'll take a copy of Pride and Prejudice first any day. Austin is probably my favorite classical author.”
“ My mother really likes Austin too.” Dylan slipped on a pair of dark sunglasses. “She has a few first editions of her work.”
Though she had yet to met the woman, she couldn't imagine having anything in common with Elizabeth Sherbrooke. From the little she'd read about the woman she knew Elizabeth was the epitome of elegance and wealth. In fact if Callie looked the word elegance up in a dictionary she wouldn't be shocked to see a picture of Elizabeth Sherbrooke there smiling back up at her. Callie was more likely to find a picture of herself near the words unsophisticated and working middle class.
“ What other authors do you like to read?” Dylan asked.
Although she’d been reluctant to spend the day with Dylan, Callie wasn’t eager for their time together to end. Yet, when he walked her back to her motel room later that evening, she knew that was it. Tomorrow her father would arrive and Dylan would no longer feel obligated to play host.
And that’s what he’s been doing all day, Callie reminded herself. It might have seemed like a date, but it wasn’t. He was only standing in as host for her father. Nothing more.
Pulling her room card out of her purse, she waited for Dylan to say goodnight and leave. They’d already finalized what time she would arrive at Cliff House the next morning so
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