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her huff suggested she didn’t do it to advertise. Low-slung khaki shorts revealed a sparkling belly button ring surrounded by the brown plain of her stomach. Subtle lines of muscle twitched there as she kicked out a hip, drawing his attention farther down to a pair of long, toned legs that could give a man cotton mouth in the middle of a monsoon. Her body was built for surfing. Preferably, body surfing. On top of Blake. Naked.
    “Please?” she begged.
    Blake started to answer. Oh, wait. She was talking to the kid.
    Bane bounced his gaze between Blake and the piece of ass he couldn’t stop staring at. “I have to study.”
    “I’m all for education, but you’ve been playing the ‘study’ card a lot lately.” She threw an arm around his shoulder and playfully knuckled his hair with a few rough swipes, then shoved him away.
    The guy’s only answer was a wide, white grin. He tamed his short locks back in place.
    “Fine, you little shit.” The Hawaiian beauty scratched her brow and turned to Blake. “Can I help you?” A chill prickled the rushed words. Must’ve only had eyes for that other dude.
    He smiled and flipped on his charm switch. “I want surfing lessons.”
    Her face lit up. “Perfect. You can go out with him.” The Betty flipped a thumb toward Bane. “He’s the expert. And he loves to surf.”
    She looked older than Bane, but there was a distinct resemblance between them. Siblings? Her wavy hair and their similar features suggested they shared a mix of Hawaiian blood with something else. They both stood tall, and though his eyes were dark and hers were liquid green, the upswept shape was identical.
    “I may be the expert, but I also have a finance test tomorrow. You’re up.” The kid’s smug grin declared, Checkmate.
    Those emerald pools surged as she shot Bane an exasperated scowl. Feisty. Blake loved women who came with extra kick. He licked his lips and shifted his weight.
    The babe looked Blake over slowly. When she reached his face, she said, “Got any experience?”
    “Not a lick,” he lied.
    A condescending, “Hmm,” snuck up her vocal cords and out through her nose as she sauntered to the rental surfboards. She selected a longboard in the beginner section and walked it over to him.
    “What about those smaller ones?” He indicated a blue shortboard.
    She shook her head. “Not for you, Barney .”
    His lip twitched at the gibe. “Why not?”
    She hitched her hands to her hips, drawing his attention off-topic again. Damn, she was a walking distraction. “Do you wanna learn how to surf or not?”
    “Okay. You’re the boss.” He accepted the clunky longboard with a subdued cringe, and she slipped behind the counter. With this monstrosity in tow, he might not have to fake being a shitty surfer.
    “It’s $130 for a private lesson, or you can come back tomorrow when Bane ,” she spat his name, “will be done studying. He does group lessons for $65. What do you wanna do?”
    He leaned in and caught a whiff of her perfume. Plumeria and citrus. His cock stirred. He wouldn’t have minded putting some motion in her ocean. “I’d rather do you.”
    She lifted a brow, and a slight grin shook free of her lips. “You asked for it,” she murmured as she rang him up.
    When the transaction was complete and the paperwork filled out, she grabbed a board and pointed him to the door. “Back in a couple hours,” she called to Bane, who waved them off.
    “What’s your name?” she said as they walked toward the beach.
    “Blake. Yours?” He took her board and tucked it under his free arm. She curtly smiled her thanks.
    “Keahilani.”
    “Hawaiian.”
    “Yeah.” She might as well have said, “Duh.”
    “You been surfing a long time?”
    She smiled. “Family tradition. We surf before we walk.”
    Blake glanced back toward the surf shop. “That was your brother?”
    “Is it obvious?”
    He laughed. “You have the same eyes.”
    “No, we don’t.”
    “And the sibling love was