Page 18 of The Book Club Boyfriend
Then, without another word, I turn and stroll toward the door.
I don’t need to look back to know she’s still standing there, looking utterly aghast.
Chapter Seven
Make It Make Sense
Chase
A small Korean woman is sitting on a beach towel in front of Scarlett’s house.
Huh.
Did she check out early? A pang of disappointment courses through me before I can stop it.
“Scottie!” the woman calls over one shoulder. “Bring me another marg when you come out!”
Okay, so she’s definitely not checked out. She’s very much still here.
Then Scarlett steps out onto the deck, and my brain completely malfunctions.
I’m talking full system failure.
Because she’s in a bathing suit.
Not the modest, hide-your-assets kind either. Nope. It’s one of those sleek, high-cut numbers that’s somehow even hotter than if she were wearingbarely anything at all. Her legs look endless, and the way the material clings to her curves makes my mouth go dry.
Scarlett Calloway in a bikini is something I absolutely was not prepared for today.
I turn back toward the water, gripping the tennis ball in my hand with more force than necessary before launching it for Rip, who sprints into the surf like his life depends on it.
Evie, stretched out beside me on a towel, watches with an obnoxiously knowing smirk.
“What?” I grumble.
“Oh, nothing,” she replies, flipping a page in her book. “Just enjoying the show.”
I glance over at her. “What show?”
Evie doesn’t even look up. “The one where you pretend you’re not interested in your neighbor while your eyeballs nearly fall out of your head just now.”
I scowl, tossing the ball for Rip again. “I was caught off guard.”
“Uh-huh.”
“She’s infuriating.”
“Sure.”
“I’d rather let a Zamboni run over my foot than deal with her for the rest of the summer.”
Evie finally looks up from her book, eyebrows raised. “And yet, you keep staring.”
I don’t dignify that with a response.
Instead, I focus on the fact that Scarlett is making her way down to the beach—with a tray of margaritas.
This day just keeps getting more interesting. It’s two o’clock in the afternoon, and they’re drinking tequila. I like where this is going.
