vanished when Dylan awed her with his knowledge of the fort and its role in defending the city. During dinner he had mentioned he enjoyed history too, but she hadn’t realized just how serious he was until now.
Newport’s beaches were well-known. In fact a person didn’t need to travel far to find one. That was precisely where Callie planned to spend a few hours that day, and where she assumed they were heading now.
Since leaving the parking area at the restaurant where they’d eaten lunch she’d had trouble keeping her eyes off Dylan. She was rapidly learning that he wasn’t only good-looking but also friendly and easy to be around. Being with him wasn’t any more difficult than being with any other man she knew. Well, except for the fact that being around him set her heart racing and sent every rational thought from her brain.
He’s not like any other man,
Callie reminded herself as she pretended to focus on the scenery outside.
He’s filthy rich and only wants to keep me company until Warren arrives. He’s just playing the role of host again. Lucky him.
She didn’t believe for one minute that he wanted to spend time with her for any other reason.
For the first time since getting in the car, Callie really took note of the landscape they were passing. “I thought we were going to the beach?” She kept looking for a familiar landmark to tell her where they were. When her grandparents lived in the area, they’d taken her to the beach every summer. However, nothing around them jogged any memories.
“We’re going to a tiny beach near Black Point,” Dylan answered, referring to a private and very exclusive beach club. “It isn’t part of the club. I don’t think anybody ever goes there. I stumbled on it accidentally one day.”
After parking in an empty corner of the Black Point lot, Dylan got out and opened Callie’s door as he had the night before. Unable to do anything else, she accepted his outstretched hand.
After a short argument over whether or not she could carry her own things to the beach, an argument which she lost, they lapsed into silence.
Breaking through a natural barrier of tall grass and reeds, Dylan stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What do you think? Will it do?”
Although no larger than the postage stamp sized backyard she had growing up, Callie loved the beach. The sand was smooth and free of any debris. Dense overgrown grass and reeds provided ample privacy from the parking lot, and the view of the water was fantastic.
“Absolutely.”
After spreading out a large blanket on the ground, Callie removed the denim shorts and t-shirt she’d worn over her bathing suit. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen from her bag, she quickly covered her arms, legs, face and as much of her back as she could reach.
She’d been about to ask Dylan if he wanted to borrow some sunscreen when he pulled his t-shirt off. The second his shirt hit the sand she made a valiant effort not to stare and ogle. She honestly did. But how could she not? Any woman in her position would. She just hoped her tongue wasn’t hanging out.
She’d already known he was in good shape. She could tell by the way his clothes fit him. Still, she hadn’t been prepared for the view she had now.
Obviously Mr. CEO doesn’t spend all his time in the office.
Callie just couldn’t look away.
Dylan’s shoulders were wide, but his torso narrowed to a lean waist. With an incredibly developed chest and six-pack, she could imagine him doing underwear ads. A set of powerful legs completed the package.
After spreading a blanket alongside hers, Dylan dropped down next to her. “Mind if I borrow some of that?” he asked pointing to the bottle of sunscreen.
“I thought you said you came prepared for anything?” Callie teased him before handing him the bottle.
“Don’t tell anyone. It would ruin my image.”
“My lips are sealed.”
Though she knew that she should pull out her book and read, Callie watched as he spread
Newport’s beaches were well-known. In fact a person didn’t need to travel far to find one. That was precisely where Callie planned to spend a few hours that day, and where she assumed they were heading now.
Since leaving the parking area at the restaurant where they’d eaten lunch she’d had trouble keeping her eyes off Dylan. She was rapidly learning that he wasn’t only good-looking but also friendly and easy to be around. Being with him wasn’t any more difficult than being with any other man she knew. Well, except for the fact that being around him set her heart racing and sent every rational thought from her brain.
He’s not like any other man,
Callie reminded herself as she pretended to focus on the scenery outside.
He’s filthy rich and only wants to keep me company until Warren arrives. He’s just playing the role of host again. Lucky him.
She didn’t believe for one minute that he wanted to spend time with her for any other reason.
For the first time since getting in the car, Callie really took note of the landscape they were passing. “I thought we were going to the beach?” She kept looking for a familiar landmark to tell her where they were. When her grandparents lived in the area, they’d taken her to the beach every summer. However, nothing around them jogged any memories.
“We’re going to a tiny beach near Black Point,” Dylan answered, referring to a private and very exclusive beach club. “It isn’t part of the club. I don’t think anybody ever goes there. I stumbled on it accidentally one day.”
After parking in an empty corner of the Black Point lot, Dylan got out and opened Callie’s door as he had the night before. Unable to do anything else, she accepted his outstretched hand.
After a short argument over whether or not she could carry her own things to the beach, an argument which she lost, they lapsed into silence.
Breaking through a natural barrier of tall grass and reeds, Dylan stopped and looked over his shoulder. “What do you think? Will it do?”
Although no larger than the postage stamp sized backyard she had growing up, Callie loved the beach. The sand was smooth and free of any debris. Dense overgrown grass and reeds provided ample privacy from the parking lot, and the view of the water was fantastic.
“Absolutely.”
After spreading out a large blanket on the ground, Callie removed the denim shorts and t-shirt she’d worn over her bathing suit. Grabbing a bottle of sunscreen from her bag, she quickly covered her arms, legs, face and as much of her back as she could reach.
She’d been about to ask Dylan if he wanted to borrow some sunscreen when he pulled his t-shirt off. The second his shirt hit the sand she made a valiant effort not to stare and ogle. She honestly did. But how could she not? Any woman in her position would. She just hoped her tongue wasn’t hanging out.
She’d already known he was in good shape. She could tell by the way his clothes fit him. Still, she hadn’t been prepared for the view she had now.
Obviously Mr. CEO doesn’t spend all his time in the office.
Callie just couldn’t look away.
Dylan’s shoulders were wide, but his torso narrowed to a lean waist. With an incredibly developed chest and six-pack, she could imagine him doing underwear ads. A set of powerful legs completed the package.
After spreading a blanket alongside hers, Dylan dropped down next to her. “Mind if I borrow some of that?” he asked pointing to the bottle of sunscreen.
“I thought you said you came prepared for anything?” Callie teased him before handing him the bottle.
“Don’t tell anyone. It would ruin my image.”
“My lips are sealed.”
Though she knew that she should pull out her book and read, Callie watched as he spread
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