Surfing had taught me to trust my instincts, and my instincts pointed me straight toward her.
Pacific Rim lingered in the forefront of my mind, though. I had two months to catch as many waves as I could. Two months to get my head in the game. I didn’t have time for distractions.
“I don’t have time to show you how to flirt. Sorry, bookworm.” I shrugged and leaned on the doorway. Her gaze dropped to my bare stomach again and satisfaction flickered in me.
Poor little horndog Hannah. She just wanted to get laid.
“If you want to get guys,” I said, “Go to the bar, wear that dress from the wedding last year, sit by yourself at the counter, and within ten minutes, someone will come up and talk to you.”
An image of her dancing at the wedding with Avery popped in my head. They were laughing, be
