Taylor Meadows knew her first aid. She sailed through the class, hand up, voice clear and confident as she readily answered questions. Beckett decided it was true what people said—confidence really was sexy. The legs certainly didn’t hurt. And damn, he’d had dreams about those legs last night.
As the session broke up, Michael bumped Beckett’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like Heather’s services as Cupid are necessary.”
“Huh?”
“You’ve had your eye on the pretty brunette since the swim test yesterday.”
Had he been that obvious? “Just enjoying the view.”
Michael smirked. “Pinecone Lodge, man. Pinecone Lodge.”
Beckett gave him a friendly shove. “Shut up.”
His buddy only laughed.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. I’ve got work to do,” Beckett announced.
Over lunch, he made the switch from stu
