At the same time, Harry secretly tailed Skylar as he wanted to prove that there was nothing going on between them.
Everyone had their own take on the fiasco. As much as he tried to explain that she went off with another man, no one was sold on it.
At that moment, Skylar had run to the beach upon receiving Tobias’s call. There, he stood tall with his strapping shoulders and poised back towards her.
The sand fell from the pebble as she took aim at him with it.
She had wanted to pick up a bigger one but did not have the guts for it.
When he turned, the breeze sweeping across the water ruffled her hair, which flitted and whipped along as though beholden to its will. The woman was so lithe that a single gust threatened to bowl her over.
The only part he found satisfactory about her body was her bosom. It had the right amount of suppleness and fitted amply inside his hand.
“So this is your idea of a field trip? Hanging around the beach? Fishing?”
“There’s still the bonfire party after dark, with lots of hot school girls. But they are all proper ladies, so you shouldn’t get any funny ideas.”
She still thought of him as a player who used and discarded women.
Talking relationships with him were like sending a moth to a flame.
His eyes narrowed. “Surely you are not taking me for a dog that humps every leg I see? I’m not unprincipled, if you must know.”
She put a hand to her forehead. Anyone had the right to say that unabashedly, except him.
Their first encounter inside an operating theater had no emotional basis. They had just been acquainted then. If that did not count as unprincipled, she would not know what did.
She was wearing a white shirt on top of a black camisole. The fiery intensity of her nail polish matched the claret of her lipstick. Her tresses reached down and spilled over her shoulders.
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