Someone stepped in front of Chet, blocking the sun on his legs. Annoyance swept through him—until he heard Olympia’s voice.
“Right here, Teagan.” She stood there while someone pulled up a lounger next to his, displacing some of the sand to do so.
He said nothing as the chair was placed just so, and Olympia sat down on it. She wore a maxi dress today, and it was long and flowing. He caught a flash of her leg as she scooted back, and then she was covered up.
Chet swallowed at the same time the pineapple scent of her skin met his nose. “What’s going on?” he asked.
“Lunch,” she said.
“I thought you were busy for lunch.”
“Right here, yes,” she said, ignoring him. The Teagan guy fastened a tray to the arm of Olympia’s lounger, to which she said, “Thank you, Teagan.” She looked like royalty
