Chapter 28: Skye

As I survey the beach, looking for a place where we can set down our stuff, my gaze zeros in on Hunter. Like most of the guys, he's decided to forego a shirt and is only wearing a pair of brightly colored boardshorts. Unlike them, if the NFL doesn't pan out, he could find work as an underwear model. There's not an ounce of fat on the guy. Each muscle stands out in sharp relief against the brightly shining sun that beats down on his bare chest. My mouth turns cottony, and my lower belly clenches in response.

My reaction to him is enough to have me spinning around and hightailing it to the car. This was a terrible idea. I shouldn't have let Lanie talk me into it.

Hunter jumps in the air and spikes a volleyball over the net. The other team misses the shot, and the ball lands in the sand. Skimpily clad girls standing on the sideline bounce up and down as they cheer. Hunter knocks fists with a few teammates before getting ready for the next set.

Lanie prods me from behind, and I t