Chapter 6
I blamed that damn camera.
Because if I hadn’t walked out of the house in time to see Peter take it away from Sammy, I wouldn’t have watched his hands cradle it carefully as he took Sammy’s picture. And I wouldn’t have been extra aware of his hands on the steering wheel as he pulled away from the curb, and thus even more attuned to what he was talking to Sammy about because the last thing I needed was for him to notice me staring. I wouldn’t have been all caught up in the imagery of Peter and his elegant hands in an underwater cage as he touched a circling shark. And I definitely wouldn’t have fallen headfirst into flirting mode once we were at the Aquarium, just because he had my head spinning with Sammy smiling and him laughing at my stupid jokes and always, always, gesturing
