“Hold up a minute,” Jack called to Bennett as he paused on the sand, resting his hands on his bare knees. A moment later, Jack dropped to one knee, suddenly overcome with something he couldn’t pinpoint. The bright morning sun burned his eyes, and his chest felt like it was being tightened in a vise grip.
Maybe because he wasn’t used to running two days in a row, but he’d needed to do something this morning. Last night after Marina called, he’d downed a few tequila shots, angry at himself for letting this situation get to him.
He wouldn’t have forgotten their date otherwise. It had meant everything to him, and he’d been kicking himself for it. He’d thought it was the next day. Once again he’d forgotten what day it was.
Bennett slowed to a trot and turned around. “Hey, you’re not looking
