Ashley felt something brewing in the beachy air, but it wasn’t a storm. Burke continued brushing sand from his shirt, a look of distaste on his handsome face.
He’s not handsome, Ash told herself. So she’d been fighting a crush on her best friend for sixty-three days. It wasn’t a crime, and Burke would never know.
He’s not handsomeHe sighed in the most exasperated way and reached back with one hand and pulled his shirt right over his head. “I have sand everywhere.” He shook the blue T-shirt while Ash stared at his tan, broad shoulders and then pushed her eyes toward the sky.
Every cell inside her body burst into flames, and she needed to run. Now. “I’ll go check on Dolly.”
“No.” His hand shot out and grabbed her wrist. “Wait.”
She looked into his ocean blue eyes and let herself dive in
