Chapter Eighteen
“I was planning on pouring it over your head.” Lela shrugged innocently.
“Oh, is that so?”
“Well, not anymore. There’s no way I’d get it up that high.” She backed up a couple of steps.
Grinning mischievously, he was almost upon her. “So what are you gonna do now?”
“Make do!” she yelled, tossing the contents of the bucket at his chest, soaking his shirt and the front of his jeans.
“Arrgghh!” he sputtered as the icy water soaked through his clothes. The next moment he was chasing her.
Lela ran as fast as she could along the rocky beach, knowing she wouldn’t be able to outrun him. She laughed hysterically when she felt his arms circle her waist, lifting her off the ground.
“Gotcha!” he growled in her ear.
The back of her shirt became wet and cold as he squeezed her a
