Page 41 of Single-Minded
“That’s right,” I said.
“Yes!” they all yelled.
“Remind me not to take them fishing,” Jagger said with a chuckle. “You ladies have scared every last fish away from this end of the lake.”
Sienna looked alarmed, while Scarlet laughed, and Nova eyed the water and yelled a boisterous, “Hello down there, fishies!”
As we got closer to Presley’s, I noticed kayaks lying on a flat part of the grassy yard. Those hadn’t been there earlier in the day. Someone had gone shopping, it appeared.
It wasn’t until we were nearly even with her house that I noticed movement on the other side of her dock.
Presley herself appeared, straightening to a stand in the ankle-deep water, and I held in a swear word. I hadn’t bargained for getting busted going by her house.
When I realized she was wearing a bikini top and shorts, I lost my ability to form words for a few seconds. Maybe stopped breathing as well. All my blood was headed somewhere besides my brain and lungs.
Her string bikini top was an innocent shade of soft pink. Two triangles of fabric covered her tits, which weren’t all that large, but that didn’t stop me from wanting my tongue on them.
“It’s Miss Presley,” Scarlet said.
“She has tie-dye boats!” Nova hollered.
That wasn’t all she had. I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Presley turned our way, took a moment to figure out who we were, then broke out into a beautiful, welcoming smile that reached right down to my dick. I coached myself to calm the fuck down and quit acting like a teenage boy who got off to pictures of girls in swimsuits even as I knew the image of her looking like that would burn bright in my head tonight, and my hand would get another workout.
“Hey, it’s my favorite smart-girl brigade,” Presley called out, waving.
“Daddy, can we visit her, pretty please?” Scarlet asked.
“I want to see her kayaks,” Sienna said. “They’re so pretty!”
Jagger looked over at me. “We stopping?”
Hell, this had backfired. “For a minute. If you don’t mind.”
His brows shot up as if to say, What in the hell is there to mind about stopping to talk to a woman who looks like that?, which made me want to shove him overboard. He pulled the boat up alongside the dock.
“We were showing the girls where I’m working,” I explained.
“You have a rainbow boat,” Nova said, her voice filled with awe.
Presley laughed. “I sure do. I bought three new kayaks today. Want to come see them?”
“Oh, they noticed,” I told her.
“They’re much prettier than the ones we rent from the marina,” Scarlet said.
“Hey, now,” Jagger said. “Don’t be talking bad about our boats.”
“They’re all orange, Uncle Jag,” Scarlet said as if the problem was evident.
“You think we need swirly pink ones?” he asked her.
“Yes! And purple and blue and green,” Scarlet said.
“All the colors!” Nova shouted.
Jagger eyed me with a grin and a head shake. “We’ll take that under advisement, princesses.”
