“WELL, WELL, WELL.” I slid my sunglasses to the edge of my nose to get a better look at the man approaching my beach chair. “Whadda you know? The suit owns a pair of shorts. I never would have guessed.”
Beck’s lip twitched. “I just bought them at the gift shop. The only shorts I own are for running.”
“What do you wear when you go to the beach?”
He raised a brow. “The beach?”
“Oh my gosh. When was the last time you were at a beach?”
Beck put his hands on his hips and looked out to the ocean. “Not sure. A long time ago.”
“You don’t know what you’re missing.”
This time Beck pushed his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose. His eyes dropped down to my body and slowly skimmed their way from my toes to my neck, lingering at my breasts for a while, before he pushed his glasses back up usi
