“You’re a cheap date,” he said, fingering the shoulder strap of her green two-piece bathing suit. His eyes were wrinkled from squinting into the sun and his hair was blown into corn silk drifts across his sun burnt forehead.
“I’ll cost you more than you think,” she said, pulling him closer. “So much it would take your breath away.” She felt the power of those words burn through her skin like the sun’s rays.
He looked far ahead toward
She laughed. “It’s not your gold I’m after.”
“What then?” he asked.
She walked quietly in his embrace, digging her heals in the hot sand, rolling her hip against his.
He squeezed her arm. “If not my gold, what then, fair maid?”
She looked in his face and summoned the courage for truth. “Your soul.”
He gave her a startled look. She swung herself loose, grasping his hand, twirling around him, pushing him ahead of her and plowing her feet through the sand. He quickly caught her up and held her tight while she giggled and struggled to escape, unable to be held too close.
“I’m yours,” he said.
Collin squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t believe me?”
She planted her hands on her hips. “How many women have you told that to in your life?” It was a troubling thought.
“Oh, so you’re the jealous type?”
He laughed, no doubt because he thought that was a weird thing to say. But
“Can we ride the merry-go-round?” she said to change the subject. “I love all those wild-eyed horses, spinning ’round, up and down. And I want some rock candy too.” She craved a crazy sweetness in her life.