Chapter Seven
Sawyer
Lana opened the front door the moment I pulled into Ash’s driveway. I needed to fix the mess I’d made last night so instead of enjoying the view of her long creamy legs, showcased in those tiny little red shorts, I jumped out of the truck and walked around the front of the cab so I could open the door and help her get in.
A shy smile played on her full lips as I met her on the other side of my truck. Yep, I had hope. Even after the stunt I’d pulled last night, she was affected by me. Guilt settled in my stomach when I stared into her trusting eyes.
“Hey,” her Georgia drawl wasn’t bad either. I’d never realized Lana had a sexy voice.
“I’m glad you’ve forgiven me enough to come with me today.”
She shrugged one of her dainty little shoulders. A few freckles graced the smooth skin she was exposing with the sleeveless top. I hadn’t noticed those last night and the urge to kiss each one shocked me.
“Not much to forgive. You acted like an ass but you were drunk. I should’ve been paying closer attention.”
I couldn’t keep from laughing. Lana McDaniel had just called me an ass.
“That’s awfully considerate of you,” I replied.
“Hmmm... maybe so.”
I opened the truck door and reached out to take her hand as she stepped up into the cab. The shorts rode even further up her legs and, in my appreciative gaze, I noticed one lone freckle incredibly close to the curve of her heart-shaped bottom. My heart sped up and I forced myself to stop ogling her backside.
Unsure about whether or not my voice was going to betray me, I didn’t say anything as I closed the door and went back around to the driver’s side.
Once we headed toward the boat launch, I glanced over at Lana. “You still know how to wakeboard, don’t you?” I’d spent hours teaching her how to board one summer when we were in middle school while Ash and Beau heckled her from the boat.
A small smile tugged on her lips and I wondered if she was remembering that day too. It had been us against Ash and Beau. For once, I’d felt like I had a team. It was always me trying to rein in those two but that day, I’d had a partner. Granted, I’d wanted Ash as my partner. That was the summer before everything changed. The summer before I became quarterback and I got Ash.
“Yes, I think. Isn’t it like a bicycle... ya know, once you learn you never forget?”
The guys were going to enjoy this a little too much. If I hadn’t needed a spotter and a back-up driver we would be doing this alone today. But skiing and boarding, with only two people, wasn’t safe. Someone needed to be watching the rider and then if I wanted to wakeboard, and I did—especially with Lana, then I needed another driver.
“Hmmm... maybe a little. It might take you a few tries if you’re rusty,” I finally replied.
Lana let out a small groan and I bit back a laugh. She’d had the hardest time learning to get up on skis and then the wakeboard had almost done her in. I always admired her determination though. She hadn’t given up.
“If we are skiing and wakeboarding, others will be there right?”
I nodded, noticing the small disappointment in her voice. She wanted me alone. I liked that—a lot.
“Will Ethan be there?”
My small moment of pleasure evaporated.
“Ethan? Uh, probably.” Well shit. I had forgotten about their little bonding episode at Wings. Ethan hadn’t been at the party last night. He didn’t know about our little public display of affection. No, wait... he probably did. That was gossip worthy. Someone was bound to have told him by now.
“Oh, good. I’ll at least have one other friend there.”
Hell, no. I’d have to pull Ethan aside without her noticing and make sure he understood Lana was hands off.
Again, the guilt started tugging at me and I pushed it away. Sure, Ethan might be more sincere about his interest in Lana but she was only here for the summer. Then we were all headed off to college. If anyone was going to have a summer fling with her, it was going to be me. End of story. No reason for guilt. This was a means to an end. Besides, I took a quick peek over at Lana, it wasn’t like I didn’t enjoy her company. She was gorgeous, smart and funny. Plus, my being with her was going to drive Ashton mad. Maybe even send her running right back to my arms.... there was that damn guilt again. I needed a beer. That always helped wash away my conscience.
Lana
My cell phone rang and I quickly pulled it out of my pocket. It was Ashton. I’d texted her that I was going boating with Sawyer today. She must have thought that warranted a phone call instead of a text reply.
“Hey,” I said, trying hard not to look at Sawyer. He was driving but I could feel his eyes on me.