'For the last freaking time,' I said, 'I didn't knock. 'And,' he continued, 'you knocked on my door, not the other way around.' In reply to his question, I said, 'I don't know. Wasn't he a little young to look so jaded? Plus, he'd been rude from the get-go. The guy wasn't much older than I was, which put him somewhere in his late twenties. And that wasn't the only thing that made me pause. Pizza? Was he on drugs or something? Anything was possible, given his semi-scruffy appearance. 'No, I didn't realize you'd be such a pain in the ass.

'What? You didn't realize you were shirtless?' In happier news, my comment had obviously found its mark, because the guy was still frowning. He looked down and frowned, as if noticing his bare chest for the very first time. 'That's an awful big word for a guy with no shirt.' My friend was in trouble, and this guy was no help at all. Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly the same thing, but I didn't care. After all, I never answered the door shirtless. Where the hell was his shirt? He should've been wearing one. He crossed his arms, making his ab muscles shift annoyingly fine above the waistband of his tattered jeans. 'Yeah? Then she gave you a load of crap.' 'I meant nearby, like within walking distance.' When his only reply was a bored look, I added, 'She said there was one.' Through gritted teeth, I said, 'I meant the public beach.' He looked at me like I was the biggest idiot on the planet and then flicked his head toward the side of the house, as if I hadn't noticed that the whole street – with its glorious mansions and manicured lawns – was sitting on some of the finest beach-front property I'd ever seen. She wouldn't've seriously slept outside? Alone? Would've she?įearing the worst, I asked, 'What about the beach?'

I'd gotten Cassidy's desperate call late last night. She'd also mentioned a public beach, but that was crazy. 'But she told me she was here.' I glanced around. And I'd told why I was here – to pick up the friend who'd called me for a ride. The guy was a total ass, and he was standing between me and my best friend, wherever she was.Īlready, I'd given my name – Allie Brewster. Hell, I didn't even care that the guy wore no shirt, that his hoodie was fully unzipped – or that his abs looked like something out of my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also didn't care that he was looking at me like I was some kind of annoying bug, to be flicked off the sleeve of his faded red hoodie. I didn't care that he looked dangerous – and not only because of the tattoos. Standing in the mansion's open doorway, he gave me another annoyed look and repeated, 'She's not here.' The first to know about hot new releases!

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