Chapter Nineteen
The setting sun threw amber streaks across the sand, and the overhead sky turned a deeper blue. An evening chorus of birdsong combined with the hiss of the gently breaking waves to throw a blanket of tranquility over the beach.
They had eaten grilled steaks with salad, washed it down with beer, and then swam and slept the afternoon away. Lucy had cuddled up to Nick, draping an arm over his stomach, a leg over his thigh. Nick drifted in and out of sleep, feeling her breasts against him as she breathed deeply, while he inhaled the tangy sea air. He hadn’t felt as good and healthy as this in a long while.
As the sky darkened, Andy collected driftwood and made a fire, and then Rob produced a bottle of El Tesoro Platinum tequila.
“One shot each, as a toast,” he said.
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