and lit it. After a few seconds the firework shot into the sky and cracked.
Fireworks, and they were all for her.
Char giggled and tried to get comfortable in the sand. She felt fingertips graze her shoulder and then Jake was pulling her into his arms. She leaned back against him and sighed as he whispered in her hair. “Happy Birthday, Cinderella.”
“Thanks, Charming.”
“Can I take off your shoes now?”
“Not a chance.”
He tensed behind her.
“But you can hold my hand.”
“Even better.” His hands engulfed hers from behind as he held them in the safety of his embrace.
It was the perfect moment.
Until they heard sirens.
“Uh, Grandma?” Travis scratched his head. “You did get a license from the fire department to set off fireworks on the beach, right?”
Grandma’s silence was answer enough.
Everyone jumped to their feet and made a run for it. All the while Grandma yelled, “I’m not going back to the slammer!”
Luckily they made it safely into the house just as the fire truck and cops showed up on the beach. They turned off all the lights and locked the door.
“On that note,” Grandma sighed happily, “Shall we all go to bed?”
“Yes.” Travis growled, pulling Kacey against him.
Kacey pulled away. “Not until the wedding, hot shot… enjoy the couch.” She slapped his stomach and winked, but Travis wasn’t having any of it. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly, pushing her against the wall.
“Close your eyes,” Jake whispered in Char’s ear. “Last time I kept them open too long I saw tongue—haven’t been the same ever since.”
He let out a grunt when Char smacked him on the stomach and made her way to the bedroom.
“Oh, and Char? You and Jake can take the loft.” Grandma waved good night and walked off.
“But…” Char called to her. “Aren’t there more rooms?”
“Nope,” Jake murmured under his breath. “Looks like you’re stuck with me. Look on the bright side. It’s still your birthday; maybe you’ll get lucky.”
He moved away before Char could hit him. “And maybe you’ll survive the night without getting castrated.”
“Not what you said last time.”
Char glared. “You really want to bring up last time when I’m this close to knives and matches?”
Jake nodded and backed away. “I’ll just go take a shower and see if I can’t find you something to wear to bed.”
Chapter Nineteen
He was fine.
Fine, fine, fine.
Way too many fines in that sentence. Sure, Jake was doing a stellar job of convincing himself that being in the same room with Char wasn’t going to kill him. It was like junior high camp all over again. Except this time, he knew exactly what he was missing out on while the girl slept far, far, away from him.
He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to focus on the task at hand: finding Char some clothes. Then again, no clothes were always an option. He smirked, then remembered her threat and continued his search.
Opening up the top dresser door, he found some boxers and a t-shirt he used to wear in high school. Those would work.
By the time he had climbed the stairs to the loft he had almost convinced himself that it wasn’t a big deal. “Almost” being the key word.
Char was already lying on the bed, her legs crossed and her arms behind her head, causing her breasts to push against her dress in such a dizzying way that Jake had to close his eyes for a brief second. Take that back—not like junior high camp, not at all.
“I found you clothes.” He threw them toward her face. Okay, so maybe kind of like junior high camp after all, since he was still bullying the girls he liked. Where had his game gone? Out the window, that’s where.
“Thanks,” Char muttered, pulling the clothes off her face. “Hey, I remember this shirt.” She laughed and held it up to her chest. “Man of the Year, huh?”
Jake scratched his head and looked away. “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago.” He had
Fireworks, and they were all for her.
Char giggled and tried to get comfortable in the sand. She felt fingertips graze her shoulder and then Jake was pulling her into his arms. She leaned back against him and sighed as he whispered in her hair. “Happy Birthday, Cinderella.”
“Thanks, Charming.”
“Can I take off your shoes now?”
“Not a chance.”
He tensed behind her.
“But you can hold my hand.”
“Even better.” His hands engulfed hers from behind as he held them in the safety of his embrace.
It was the perfect moment.
Until they heard sirens.
“Uh, Grandma?” Travis scratched his head. “You did get a license from the fire department to set off fireworks on the beach, right?”
Grandma’s silence was answer enough.
Everyone jumped to their feet and made a run for it. All the while Grandma yelled, “I’m not going back to the slammer!”
Luckily they made it safely into the house just as the fire truck and cops showed up on the beach. They turned off all the lights and locked the door.
“On that note,” Grandma sighed happily, “Shall we all go to bed?”
“Yes.” Travis growled, pulling Kacey against him.
Kacey pulled away. “Not until the wedding, hot shot… enjoy the couch.” She slapped his stomach and winked, but Travis wasn’t having any of it. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her soundly, pushing her against the wall.
“Close your eyes,” Jake whispered in Char’s ear. “Last time I kept them open too long I saw tongue—haven’t been the same ever since.”
He let out a grunt when Char smacked him on the stomach and made her way to the bedroom.
“Oh, and Char? You and Jake can take the loft.” Grandma waved good night and walked off.
“But…” Char called to her. “Aren’t there more rooms?”
“Nope,” Jake murmured under his breath. “Looks like you’re stuck with me. Look on the bright side. It’s still your birthday; maybe you’ll get lucky.”
He moved away before Char could hit him. “And maybe you’ll survive the night without getting castrated.”
“Not what you said last time.”
Char glared. “You really want to bring up last time when I’m this close to knives and matches?”
Jake nodded and backed away. “I’ll just go take a shower and see if I can’t find you something to wear to bed.”
Chapter Nineteen
He was fine.
Fine, fine, fine.
Way too many fines in that sentence. Sure, Jake was doing a stellar job of convincing himself that being in the same room with Char wasn’t going to kill him. It was like junior high camp all over again. Except this time, he knew exactly what he was missing out on while the girl slept far, far, away from him.
He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to focus on the task at hand: finding Char some clothes. Then again, no clothes were always an option. He smirked, then remembered her threat and continued his search.
Opening up the top dresser door, he found some boxers and a t-shirt he used to wear in high school. Those would work.
By the time he had climbed the stairs to the loft he had almost convinced himself that it wasn’t a big deal. “Almost” being the key word.
Char was already lying on the bed, her legs crossed and her arms behind her head, causing her breasts to push against her dress in such a dizzying way that Jake had to close his eyes for a brief second. Take that back—not like junior high camp, not at all.
“I found you clothes.” He threw them toward her face. Okay, so maybe kind of like junior high camp after all, since he was still bullying the girls he liked. Where had his game gone? Out the window, that’s where.
“Thanks,” Char muttered, pulling the clothes off her face. “Hey, I remember this shirt.” She laughed and held it up to her chest. “Man of the Year, huh?”
Jake scratched his head and looked away. “Yeah, well, that was a long time ago.” He had
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