Page 43 of Heatwaves

Shaking my head, I leave him to finish getting ready and head for the kitchen. Glancing out the window, I frown when I see how many people are out in theocean.

Damn it.

There goes swimming here. I’ll have to drive down to another beach that’s less crowded. I don’t need to be hit in the head with a surfboard on top of all the other shit I’ve been dealing with.

Usually, there aren’t many people out on the beach since it’s private, but as I step onto the back deck, I can hear music pounding from a few houses down. It appears someone is having a party.

I don’t realize Wyatt has joined me until his hand lands on my shoulder. Glancing back at him, I smile.

“All ready to go?”

He nods. “I guess you’ll be heading elsewhere to swim?”

I scoff, eyes flicking back over the ocean. “Sadly, yes. I don’t need a repeat of last year.”

Wyatt snickers. “What? You don’t want to be rendered unconscious by a surfboard? I figured you loved it.”

“Yeah, right.” My mouth tugs up at his ridiculousness. “It’s fine. I haven’t been out to the cliffs in a while. The only ones who swim there are shifters.”

“Better grab some shoes then. You don’t want Mark to pull you over and find you barefootagain.” Wyatt laughs when he sees the look on my face, his head falling back with how hard he’s laughing.

Ignoring his laughter, I breeze past him and back into the house. “It’s such a ridiculous law. Why the hell do we have to wear shoes to drive? Plus, no one but Mark enforces it. So fucking stupid.”

Wyatt’s arms snag around my waist as he lifts me into the air, nuzzling my neck. My body tenses before falling completely still and relaxed.

It has to be his incubus pheromones that make me react like this, right?

“It’s because he wants in your pants, and you won’t give him the time of day.” His lips skim across my neck, sending shivers through me.

Everything about this man screams sex.

Makes sense since he’s an incubus.

Shaking my head, I pull out of his arms so I can think clearly. “No, he doesn’t.”

Wyatt rolls his eyes. “Says the woman who can never tell if someone is interested in her.”

“I can too.”

He just lifts his eyebrows, and I frown.

Okay, so maybe I’m not great at knowing when someone is into me.But Mark?

Nope. That’s a big fat no from me.

“Then maybe you should find him a succubus or something to distract him so he’ll leave me alone.” I slide around him to pull the sliding glass door closed and lock it.

Usually, I leave it unlocked, but there are way too many people I don’t know down on the beach right now.

“Lil, we can’t just throw sex demons at our problems,” he responds, a hint of laughter in his words.

Why is he laughing? Because it’s something I’ve said to him multiple times.

I turn back to face him with a roll of my eyes. “Let’s go. I’m done dealing with your ass.”

I herd him toward the door, making sure to grab my keys and phone as I go. I tuck them into my pocket—because all of my dresses have pockets. If they don’t have pockets, then what’s the point?

Wyatt pauses beside my car, opening the door for me.

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