Chapter Fourteen
Joey
It seems like every single Hamptonite has crowded onto the strip of beach bordering the Easton estate. The roaring surf mingles with their cheerful chatting, laughing, and splashing, as they enjoy the free drinks arrayed on the picnic table, racing jet-skis and remote-control sailboats over the sapphire sea. A hired bakemaster tends several shallow pits lined with red-hot stones dug into the sand; the mouthwatering scents of steaming lobsters, clams, corn, and potatoes waft into the gentle breeze.
Witt vanished the instant the party started and I soon gave up searching for him in the chaos. I"ve been chatting and drinking beer with the rest of the Easton brothers for about half an hour, trying not to notice how devastatingly sexy Holt looks in those damn swim short
