All my weariness seemed to drop away with the touch of that fresh ocean breeze, the feel of the cool sand beneath my toes. It was colder than I’d expected, chilly enough that I wished I’d brought a sweater with me. Even so, I saw people all around me in shorts and tank tops, or girls in bikinis catching their last few rays for the day.
To his credit, Connor didn’t seem to be openly gawking at any of them — so much so that I said, “It’s okay to look, you know. I’m guessing there aren’t a lot of opportunities for bikini-wearing in Flagstaff.”
“You might be surprised. We do have a lot of hot tubs up there.” Then he shook his head. “Why should I be looking at those girls? You’d look just as good in a bikini.”
I sort of doubted that, but it was gallant of him to say so. “Well, for the next m
